The corner: Whistling, but having rushed up the stairs from the train, I don't have breath for the top notes:
Angel's brothel. I lift my eyes up to the window:
The shade: raised as before, but her window is empty.
Is she being taken? Right now? By someone not unlike me?
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>> posted by John Psmyth
• 8/28/2004 08:00:00 PM
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1 Comments:
Murphy!!!
I confess my bafflement, however. What you do mean, "where are the hell are you?"