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From: | Cerise Calo |
Subject: | Re: partridgewood postbag |
Date: | Mon, 19 Dec 2005 21:18:54 -0500 |
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$9 $6 $8 $9 $6 $1 $7 $6 9.95
9.95 8.00 5.45 9.95 4.95 23.45 5.95 9.95 carried her out of the narrow street as an adoring supplicant might a
religious social worker. The dawn light was beginning to fill the sky,
and several early risers, one a young jogger in shorts, converged on the
man carrying the nun. Shes been with my wife and sick children for
nearly two days without sleep! pleaded the Chameleon in street French.
Will someone please find me a taxi so I can take her back to her
convent in the ninth arrondissement?
I shall! roared the young runner. Theres an all-night stand on
the rue de Sèvres, and Im very fast!
You are a gift, monsieur, said Jason, appreciating but instantly
disliking the all too confident, all too young jogger.
Six minutes later the taxi arrived, the youth inside. I told the
driver you have money, he said, climbing out. I trust its so. |
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