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Hollow-Holler
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November 30, 2006 - 4:58
Today I fell in close step beside an old man on purpose. I liked him because his hands almost reached the kneecap from a back overly hunched, but he walked with cartoonish swagger and a sort of sinister purpose. He looked, to me, like a murderer, or the daft one out of the robber duo on 101 Dalmations. I had previously been walking aimlessly, and with nowhere to be, I fixed it for us to walk 4 city blocks in sync. In what I think was a strange act of defiance, he never looked at me, but I'm sure he did notice me, and I have to assume that everyone who saw us thought we were together.
So far, this has been my only satisfaction for the day.
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