sam, brown sam, not black sam, said what is that they are tearing up there. i told him it's a new path. he said they are probably anticipating the army corpse advancing the mortuary concrete that we see encroaching piecemeal walling off the people and the lake. and the path is right by the highway where i've seen many cars careen off and hit poles and trees. and he told me his story about a car that was weaving to and fro and crashed into a tree, its engine in flames and the driver unconscious or dead, and he hauled the passenger out on his way to the temple to celebrate the hindu new year.
wow that was a good story. maybe now i'll remember his name.
wow that was a good story. maybe now i'll remember his name.
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