Saturday, January 17, 2009

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I am somewhere desolate and I've been put in charge of rationing foods. There's another guy there who doesn't like that. We argue about it inside of a broke down bus. He says he'll be back and he stomps away. I go to Target. I'm buying basketball cards. My friend _____ is there. She is younger, thinner, and better looking. I recognize that I've been here before. We are in the toy section when I grab her hips from behind to determine if she's fat. I think I'm being sneaky. She asks what I'm doing and I take a picture of her.  I tell her that I could get some better pictures if we could leave Target. She agrees. We leave and it is sunny.

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