Discussion → Wigleaf Exquisite Corpse

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  Scott Garson

  Oct 29, 03:42pm

  
  

  I.

  She asked him if he knew what time it was, if he had the slightest idea.

  She looked great in his T-shirt rubbing her eyes, but this was a useless thought.

  What are you doing? she asked him.

  Nothing, he said.

  What's that for? she said, meaning the football he held, the one he'd been spinning and catching.

  This? he said. He drew it back tight to his ear. He guessed he might feign demonstration.

  (Scott Garson)

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