tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998603.post-30232020076874662592008-03-25T19:02:00.000-07:002008-03-26T12:26:20.131-07:00

Last Sunday E was at the sketchiest Burger King in the city, which, naturally, is located right across the street from the library. A seedy looking man leaned in the door and called to his lady, who was standing next to the food pickup station, clutching a grimy receipt. “Oh, honey,” he said in the stilted, carefully enunciated words of a bad liar, "We're going to be late for…church, so you

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