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something old

December 12, 2001 The floor looks like marble. She reads a book as if nothing else in the world mattered. He reads the local rag, wearing a fuzzy red cap and coke-bottle glasses. He tells a story to a semi-interested young lady. Noble red golf-hat and an African accent? What is he writing? Oh, nothing special. A faint smile. Wide eyes -- toying with me.