Yesterday, in Santa Monica, a woman sidled up to me and asked if I had a cigarette. I answered politely, "No, I don't." She took a moment, looked pensively at the ground, looked back up at me and asked, "Are you Carl?" And, again, I had to answer, "No."
Slightly disappointed, but not disheartened, she sidled away.
I hope she finds a cigarette and/or Carl.
Slightly disappointed, but not disheartened, she sidled away.
I hope she finds a cigarette and/or Carl.
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