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[at-l] So, then...



So, then Mrs. Purtlebaugh would always go back in the house and come out 
with this big ol' pitcher of milk. Once in a while, she'd yell across the 
way at Mr. Pfizer. "Hey, Mr. Pfizer!!!" she'd say. He'd look up and grin, 
maybe a nod. We'd all go back to eatin' our 'apple' pie and all was right 
with the world. Sometimes even now, I look across the way and see Mr. 
Pfizer waving down the street at someone. He's been dead for years. On a 
day with a good breeze, the old tire swing will sway to and fro. All is 
right with the world. Stuff just don't matter...


-- 
Felix 

Now with FICTION!!! http://members.tripod.com/~Felixhikes/index.html

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