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Subject: https://www.angelfire.com/hi3/happybdaycait/index.html
Date: Wed, 03 Nov 1999 18:38:54 CST
I sat outside JavaBreak, there in the little well of a landing, where there are white plastic chairs and a white plastic settee of some sort to sit on. It was late evening and the young girl I'd talked to the other day was there, all smiles, round, cherubic.
She told me, grinning all the while, of her love of climbing buildings, of the four times she's flown in airplanes and how kewl each experience was except for one, of how velcro is the greatest invention ever.
MSallthat's b/d is Thursday, the 4th (is it?) so please go to the site in the above addy and wish her a good un. Click on the fan thingie so you can leave her a msg. K? She's one of God's Gooduns.
Then it was suddenly cold and she excused herself to go inside, and I sat there in the darkening shadows, clutched as completely as a deep and dark secret. The wall shuttered off the street, but the sound came drifting in....a siren's wail augered into me.
I came riding here, the sidewalks rising and falling, concrete waves on rolling prairie. A strange evening. The new light for the bike not working right, and my irritation there...sigh.
I can't write tonight as I am constantly being interrupted by IMs.
(it's the 5th - heh/MS :))
