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There was a half eaten sandwich on a plate on the floor. Nearby, an industrial size wastebasket was full of empty beer and diet pepsi cans. Propped up on a floor beside David's sleeping bag and his camera was a copy of the same picture of Linda, with her red hair blowing in the wind, that I had torn into little pieces several months ago. |
Uncle Roger File 3: Terminals by Judy Malloy