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I moved to retrieve it and the phone rang. Scared the shit out of me, that phone sounding off like that. All three of us flinched, and Al and I looked at each other in amazement. The kid just sort tupac picture of stared at the tupac picture receiver, jangling around in its holder like it had never done before. Then he reached out and lifted it. “Hello…what…” And as we watched, he dropped the phone and turned around. I tupac picture looked where he looked and saw the girl, saw him see the girl. She leaned on the hood of her car and snapped her cell phone shut. That jogger walked toward her like he was asleep. And he stopped just to look at her. They didn’t even say anything to one another. He got in the car and she got in the car, and they pulled slowly out of the station. I stared in disbelief, and I looked to Al for a partner in my disbelief.
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