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Valerie

hey, you! got a cigarette? the woman was barely visible in the night. only got one left, i shouted down from my balcony i'm Valerie, she said. (i did not reply.) just got out here from Florida. left my husband and everything, she kept on going he's a pro golfer, you know... on the PGA tour and all... i can't tell you his name. why in the hell would you leave him, i asked? this psychic told me to... you know, i used to be a model. (in the darkness, i had to take her word for it.) but then i got this illness that made me fat, and then this dog bit my face real bad. (once again, i had to take her word for it.) i'm gonna be a famous actress out here in six months. is that what the psychic told you? that's what he told me... but,hey, i could really use a cigarette. i threw my last cigarette down in the dark. hey Valerie, i said, stop by after you become famous. will do, she said, and i saw the glowing tip of her cigarette gently bounce down the street. six months have passed, and i'm still waiting for Valerie to stop by.
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Feb 23, 2012
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