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A Fun Evening Part VI (It ends!)
Soon, Wash finds himself talking back, like he hasn’t talked in a long time. He tells her of his childhood. He tells her how bored he was and how many novels he read. He tells her of the weird little girl and the old man and the nice woman on the wheelchair. He tells [...]
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A fun evening Part V
The sheer magnitude of the whole thing amazes him as a hand pulls him back suddenly. “Hey, the walk sign’s not on. You might have killed yourself,” a girl says. Wash notices her before he thinks about what she’s just said. She’s about twenty, has black hair, sad eyes and a tiny nose. Then [...]
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A fun evening Part IV
“Oh, she had this smile. If you were sad, all you had to do was thinking of her smiling,” he says and pauses, waiting for Wash to say something.
“What happened then?” Wash says, and tries to smile that way himself.
“Nothing,” the old man says and smiles. He is no longer [...]
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A Fun Evening Part III
On the other side of the street, he notices a woman pushing the wheels on her wheelchair. She looks tired, but determined. Her hands are strong, so Wash imagines that she’s been disabled for quite sometime now. Maybe since birth. Or maybe it’s she plays one of those sports that people in wheelchairs play. [...]
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A Fun Evening Part II
The wall is crowded with people, all paying varying amounts of attention to the sunset depending on what else is on their minds or who is sitting next to them. Wash surveys the scene for a few seconds and requests a couple to squeeze in a little closer together. They oblige readily and Wash [...]
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A Fun Evening Part I
A Fun Evening
Today is just another day on Whitebread row. People are walking on the streets, thinking and talking of work and love and play and the smell of bread from shops that push each other for space on one side of the cobblestone street. On the other side, there is [...]
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