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I don't like global warming.I went above ground to an open corn field yesterday. I'd like to tell you that I do that often; it would make me sound easily amused and kind of free spirited if you look at it in a certain way. But I don't. I don't do much, just lay around in my hole. And I'm not even being the least bit metaphorical. A few years ago, we were forced to live down here. At first I was confused as to why. No one got killed, there were no reports of any spreading of poison, nor was there any sort of plague going around. After a while, I just settled my nerves and guessed that the sun was shot and dead. No one in specific killed it. I think we all did in some wayI don't like global warming.
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buildings.He almost fell a few times. Buster had been a window washer since his move to Chicago after he’d been a sparkling new edition to the alumni of a high school located so far out in the midst of rural New Mexico that they didn’t even bother naming the place. He was nineteen and desperately looking for any kind of employment as soon as he’d made the rushed move up to Chicago just two months after graduation day in June of 1948. His father was an unsuccessful businessman and his mother packed her things one day and fled to France when Buster was fifteen on a quest to live the situations she’d read about in the books she read. Abuildings.
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The Haircut.The air was humid and hung on my bare neck like a patterned woolen scarf in the middle of summer. But I kept walking briskly as if it was in the middle of a snowstorm and I couldn’t wait to get under proper shelter. It was time for my haircut. Every three months I phone the nearest beauty salon, the same one I have for the last three years without fail, and set up the most convenient appointment time. This time it at was at approximately four thirty and I couldn’t wait to fluff my hair newly trimmed hair and feel pretty. Once I arrived at my destination, I flipped idly through three different hairstyle magazines even though I had alThe Haircut.
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