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she ran down the street wearing four sombreros. it was tuesday and the sun was yellowish, as usual.
when she arrived at the bus stop, she stopped running. it would have been silly, of course, for her to run any further: the bus stop was her immediate destination.
she waited for the bus.
where was the bus? had she missed it? there was no one else at the bus stop.
a convoy of trucks marked 'pall-mart' passed, secretly carrying armaments. that was not the bus.
two dykes on bikes passed, and she thought, 'if i was a lesbian i would be so lusty right now, so it is well that i am not.'
moments after this a small child rode past on a tricycle. the tricycle was equipped with a big screen television and refrigerator.
at last she turned to leave. she walked home, feeling irritated.
later that day, she learned the bus had exploded when a bomb exploded, planted by the government to drum up support for a war on terrorists.
of course, she was certain the bomb had, in fact, been planted by terrorists. the newscaster said so, after all. what a spell the news cast.
that evening she ate nine apples and eleven oranges.
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