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Goodbye.Right.Now.Hello.Right.Now

February 2012

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He was sitting with his hands clasped, knees jumping up and down nervously. The street was empty, as it was that time when everyone in the city was hidden behind closed doors doing what they do best behind closed doors. Whatever that was. Is. He was strung out on cocaine, so much so that his cheekbones could cut glass. Strung out on cocaine talking about his brother back home strung out on some...

“…and I couldn’t help but wonder, what there was in that mind of hers.”