Thursday, November 8, 2012

Thursday morning

The phone rings.

Me: Hello?
Will: Hi.
Me: Forgot something?
Will: Nope. I'm driving past the UN. A motorcycle crashed outside. An angry mob is throwing bricks over the gate. The guards are fighting them off with rakes.
Me: Okay then. Lunch?
Will: Sure.
Me: See you. 


End of call.

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