09-20-11: He Likes Blastypants
One rail, a joiner to this city from that city: suitcases and taped cardboard boxes carry the brittle documents of failed intent. Steam-wet breath gasps, urges bandana legs to churn towards the next bite of food.
But then.
Sam changes his mind. He likes Blastypants.
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