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                 “… I don't know where the hell we went now …”
                                        
Light flashing on the answering machine. I punch the button.

Incoherent mumblings. Then an old woman: “ … I guess the number you know … ”

Another, older sounding woman, sounding a bit distant: “he's—he's out which …
I don't know where the hell we went now … ”

End of message.

I'm not sure if I want to *69 them or not …


Email Sean Conner at sean@conman.org

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