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Armadillo Home

Armadillo Home Rush Hour, Chicago Early evening traffic rather heavy. Autos armadillo home along the Outer Drive as people out of mouths of buildings enter mouths of anything that moves wherever every evening they are going. Tonight they interrupt the passion of another person’s day, the crone beside the hydrant who once again this evening bows and swoops and curses as she burlaps broken glass making faces at the people propped in autos staring as she lets the traffic pass. Donal Mahoney

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Date: 4/7/2010 1:32:00 PM
Nice one!
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