illustrated by roy dismas
part twenty-one of fifty-two
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"excuse me, miss, you can't sit there." "what?" ricky looked around the room. there was only the one chair, and a raggedy couch that looked like the hermit slept on it. "look, if you don't have a phone or a car, i might as well go."  |
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