There used to be a billboard down the street from where George Bateman lived. A woman's face. Blonde. Blue eyes. Smiling. Her teeth darkned with exhaust fumes and factory smoke. A tear in the paper exposed the wood panels underneath and erased the better part of her right eyebrow. It was a small blemish that destroyed the whole illusion like an
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P.S.I miss shawn.
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i miss you too michelle...u should stop by sometime and we can catch up and maybe i can still some of your art...yes, that would do just fine.
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