9: The echo chamber behind me said:"she got the job"; Actually there was beating down stairs, that happens in novels; and I poured more coffee; white light outside while I saw blue because that must have been what was down stairs; like the wrong move would echo to "mom" while my duck tape girl existed only as a facet of the dart (Dodge Dart, my imagined drag race car), gone, gone for sure - I know - more devolving beauty . That hell guy, what's his name, he's to formal. Know what? I think he's making money; they'd get paid later, but I wouldn't. Actually, I think they killed her, the blond that is, the older one with the funny hair; one day when the plane didn't land on time. I tried barking at her, metaphorically that is, but she never complained, that rubber bat
mama, negated echo chamber of the whistle back. Nah:" he was some antichrist run amok - I was sure of it; probably had dates all the time".. "It's popping outside" I said; it worked; gonna leave you there, but, rest assured, we're filming it all - her...you know...she's a tv set..we have to catch it all."
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