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A Tale of Three Texts


I left a meeting early to head to the All City Choral Concert; LP had a solo.

Chapter One, in which my son is thoughtful–

You here? We're on the left side, half way up. We have a seat for you.

Chapter Two, in which I press send prema–

Just parked o

Chapter Three, in which it all goes to hecks–

Didn't want to fight my way over, big guy on end looked mad.


I stand in the back, where as it turns out I had a better view.

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