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spaced (04/01/2004)

And the deep puddles in the pavement soak up shoes and socks as they are stepped through. Sunlight is sparse. Defeated by shade.

"So what are you doing tomorrow?"

Pausing fear.

"Nothing."

And the footsteps stop.

"What about today?"

Sip from a styrofoam cup.

"Nothing."

Footsteps resume.

"You need to get a life."

No hesitation.

"I don't need a life, I have a death."

And the styrofoam cup bounces on the ground, spilling out its blood, or someone else's.

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