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Sunday, October 28, 2007

Out

Stowed away on a cargo train out of the city with Menino in attendance. It's the quid pro quo. I shot his bully, now he feels beholden to some thing I made him promise. Can't remember what it was. I'm just going to curl here in the back of this wagon, amongst the peeling plastic wrap and bits of discarded packaging, trying to predict the lurch in my stomach when we hit the points and skew of badly maintained rail so that I won't vomit peas and carrots.

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