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July 19, 2007
The tip of the tongue freezes. You pray that neurons are firing, on the edge of discovering that thought you cannot find. What was his name? The kid with brown hair… and he had a slightly higher pitched voice. Almost a whine but not quite… What was that street? Behind the bakery. No, the one that serves only muffin tops on Tuesdays. That word. It means finding something you need by pleasant accident… A bad movie with that guy from the movie with the guy and the stereo over his head with that song about eyes playing. What was it?