Late. Very, very late. Where is the white rabbit? Falling down that literary hole sounds appealing but alas not practical. Strange sounds. Dice. Unusual number of stopped trucks. Shredded tire tread. Hi ranger. Traffic this morning induces me to dread tomorrow’s likely mess. There are boot prints on my back. My day is stacking up. It’s cold. Rio Kia. A urban decay signal oozed by empty buildings surrounded by chain link. Panko?

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