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September 30, 2008
Today was one of those days with something other than space and time at its root. Just one tree here and there was bright orange, its leaves scattered on the ground like bile. Wendy sat against the window, behind the hot dog stand in front of me all day, either texting or reading. Occaisionally, she'd look at me with eyes the color of the overcast sky above...barely noticeable under her long, straightened blonde hair and shrewd demeanor. Was it still the weekend? Was it Monday? Finding no point in watching the clock, I let be what was to be then.