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When the man smelled

the beech would on the first day of

June in the year of his lord, 2045, he was

also greeted with

the quiet eyes

of an afghani-swedish

woman who was married to a

local representative.  she wouldn’t know his name, but

he would remove all

his bullets

and jump off the

train.  when the eyes warmed him

like chocolate warms

a paperboy.