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November 03, 2004
Can't help you today.
Quick-stepping with other commuters out of the train station at rush hour when a twentysomething Socialist thrust a Daily Worker at me.
Standing in a light rain made her look even more unkempt. Her eyes were angry and sad.
"HOW DID HE GET AWAY WITH IT? Find out inside."
"Sorry," I said, not missing a step. "I can't handle the truth."
Posted by Your Protagonist at November 3, 2004 05:02 PM