Monday, June 14, 2010

Reserves

The kind of people who were out of reserves, of humor, compassion, even anger. Paper thin people who I couldn't bear to spend soul-sucking minutes with. The bereft room looking for a roommate on top floor overlooking Park Slope brewery. Marion of Carroll St a bit, though she was a little funny, a little wise, a little cute.

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