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| Monday, December 5, 2005 05:04 PM |
| Fly, Eagles, fly... |
| by poppy |
This morning on the El, a young man in a wool sailor's cap got on, looking slightly rough. He sat across from me. After sitting there, looking slightly rough, for a moment, he turned to his friend and said, in a low and plantive voice, "I'm just going to watch half-time. I just can't bear to have them play with my emotions again."
Indeed, Mr. wool-sailor-cap guy. Indeed. |
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