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October 26, 2006

Tanya: Some Enchanted Evening

“Goddamn these subdivisions, popping up everywhere,” he snarled. “Like fuckin’ mazes.”

“Settle down, wouldya? I’m trying to read the map.”

“Don’t tell me what to do, you little freak.” He crushed out his cigar, swearing again.

“Don’t call him a freak, you asshole. He’s doing his best.”

“Don’t even get me started on freaks, you. Why, your…”

“Oh, are we going to talk about my nose again? Really?”

“Shut up, both of you. I’m getting a migraine. Ask that kid for directions.”

“I’m not…”

“Fine, I’ll ask. Hey, kid!! Where the smokin’ hell’s Trocadero Avenue?”

The boy looked up. “…Santa?”

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