Month: August 2011
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Incremental Fiction (Pretending To Wake Up), part 4
*** One winter, around that time, I am home for a holiday visit, walking around on a cold night, just after last call, and I stop by Curly’s, a diner open until four so drunks can dry up after last call. Curly’s is a place where I don’t expect to see anyone I know, where…