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February 21, 2007

Jeff R.:There Was a Girl...

She was young, attractive enough, and still breathing. All plusses. On the minus side, his arm was pinned underneath her and he couldn't remember her name.

She looked familiar; not a complete stranger. Someone from work? No, she didn't have the soul-deadness that that place brings on. Someone else that he sees frequently. Not coffee-shop girl; she's a redhead. Too short to be the downstairs neighbor. Yes! That's it: the record shop brunette. He imagined her uniform, with nametag: Crystal. He breathed a sign of relief.

It was only then that he realized that he'd also forgotten his own name.

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