It was a quarter til 5 and I was due at my house no later than four. Memorial day hadn’t taken on quite the feeling that one would expect in a “post nine eleven era”. I suppose that is not the point of this excursion so I shall not digress. I was chasing a small Japanese car through the side-streets of my new hometown, Narberth. In his first
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Weak, pal. Real weak.
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