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Oct 2013
I bet she's sitting down somewhere...eating.
Same as me!

He pondered

Paused

Then continued to...

Then stopped suddenly

He picked up the empty tray in front of him where his burrito just was and hurled it as hard as he could against the wall across from him

He watched it explode into small pieces
In slow motion

His lips began to tremble
he glanced over across the street

A young couple
Holding hands
Smiling
Ocho the Owl
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Ocho the Owl  Santa Barbara
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