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a card for fray |
Do you remember |
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when it was just |
you, me, and that |
guestbook script? |
interesting |
These women had lives |
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as crazy and muddled |
as mine. I was sure. |
e n o u g h |
It didn't take long for |
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me to realize why the |
money was so good. |
behind the bar |
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There are two kinds |
of bars in Iowa City: |
college bars and dives. |
Memories was a dive. |
becoming a walker |
With a sharp excuse me |
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and a businesslike shove |
to the right, I was initiated |
into rush hour. |
S T O K E D |
The short story |
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of a year as a cog |
in the digital |
revolution machine. |
letters from the fray |
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I'm not sure where we went |
wrong, Sameet. I just know |
we did. And now I know |
it's time to start again. |
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