Tuesday, August 26, 2008

the tiniest closing

The notebook is lost for sure. She is parading around her room, naked except for her colorful hipsters, biting down hard on her neatly trimmed thumbnail. Her Victorian window is open, curtains and all, but she doesn't mind. Its a big city, half-naked people are easily forgotten. For now, her worry was the notebook. Schemes, evil plans, daily schedules, important thought processes, all were in there. Will someone find it and be kind enough to return it? Or be overjoyed by finding someone's life in a book and keep it.

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