that is the umpteenth time you have said that.
i have a vision, i have to proclaim it.
do you have to proclaim it forever?
i regret that it seems to bother you so much.
purvis got up. he looked down the road.
i can’t listen to you any more, he announced.
well, excuse me, mullins replied.
i’ll be on my way.
mullins watched purvis disappear down the empty highway.
these highways are always empty, mullins reflected. you wonder how anybody ever gets anywhere.
i should have done this a long time ago, purvis reflected, as his feet rhythmically slapped the road.
the road was quiet, and did not respond to his thoughts.
purvis had always been the class clown.
mullins was more serious, and aspired to be taken seriously as an oracle.
it had always been that way.
they were both in love with a girl named millie brown.
millie brown met a man named dave dexter.
dave dexter had friends in high places.
he did not rub elbows with clowns or oracles, no matter how humorous or inscrutable they might have been.
when millie married dave dexter, purvis and mullins left town.
neither of them could forget millie.
they gave up all hope.
no destiny called them.
they began to rub each other the wrong way.
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