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July 31, 2007

David: la-DAH de-dah, la-DAH de-DAH DAH, de dah...

“Bruce!” she called out as she ran out of the diner. “Where are you going?”

He reluctantly turned to face her. “I can’t stay here. Not after what happened.”

“You can!” she insisted. “Now that the Yakuza have been stopped from taking over my property, you’ll be safe.”

“You don’t understand. I can’t risk it.”

She approached and took his hand in hers. “Explain it to me.”

“That… thing will be on the news. I can’t be here when reporters start showing up.”

“Where will you go?”

“Better you don’t know.” Bruce turned away and started walking down the roadside.

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Comments

Dude, you win.

Posted by: Ted Bronson at July 31, 2007 5:22 PM · Permalink