“I thought we were through with all this,” I screamed in her direction, “But, honey, I guess we can never outrun our future. It’s always there, right in front of us.”
The woman peered at me for a second before finally saying, “You realize we’ve never met.”
Monday, December 3, 2007
A New Festure entitled "One Line at a Time"
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