They all file onto the train like geese in formation and this boy stumbles to be free of them, in his hand a copy of 'fast food nation', and it is tattered, torn and it reminds me of myself my story read so many times that it belongs to someone else. And my wrists are healing nicely, under the beaded bracelets, and my scars are healing slowly, under my pale white skin.
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Thursday, Oct. 02, 2003 12:41 a.m.
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