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April 21, 2006

#92: Sunrise


[[A guy is on the street. Behind him is a house with a lawn.]]

Guy’s thoughts: I love the time just before sunrise. It’s quiet; no one is ever just walking about. It’s like a secret. I always hope that I’ll find someone else quietly hiding from sleep, and we’ll see each other and sit and talk. I guess this is a bad place to meet people. I wish it weren’t.

[[Guy goes into the house, brushes his teeth, and leaves the house again.]]

[[Guy is at a club, disco balls in the ceiling and a giant woofer. Many people are dancing around him.]]