December 6, 2003 9:19 PM
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I had breakfast for the first time in a week. I was an atom, spontaneous and free-moving, and I bonded with the first open seat I could find. The seat happened to be in a place called Darby's. Free coffee and nice people. Double plus. It took me 2 hours to get home. I sat at the wrong bus stop. But no complaints, new shirt, unopened 99-cent 110-minute metal alloy cassette, and weird ambient hand-copied tape titled "Dawn At New Hope, Penn." in hand. |
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