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April 9, 2007
I sat in the glass vestibule at work and began to eat my leftovers from Easter, daydreaming up shapes for the various clouds in the sky alone because I took lunch later than usual this afternoon. That's when Tan and Omaha came back with a couple chicken salads from the restaurant and shook their salad containers like pom poms. Omaha was gossiping about Neheslie: "I think her friend was bit my a spider and started to get a rash. It later turned into a line that began stretching up her arm. When it gets to your heart, you're done."