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May 7, 2007
Storm watched the fountain crystallize out her window as the sound produced by its cascading water ceased after watching The Pursuit of Happyness. Earlier, she observed an african american girl within her rear-view mirror unabashedly spitting, first to the left, then to the right--walking with others into a seemingly abandoned strip mall. Storm finished her cigarette and reached across her mango-colored dress shirt for her employment documents. She flip-flopped to the unemployment office where she proceeded to sputter out her situation and later, her amazement that the claim could have been done online without her ever having to leave home.