Zom? ocalypse
20090401
? il 1, 2009
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I dreamed? as in a large ci? ith ? oup ? eople and a professo? ? ing urban design and planning. It was an odd? y, i? iligall the ? s li? in ? les and blues an? illiant oranges and ? scrossed by ? ive cables on which were? ung ? ? eared to be ? ? ain ? ? >
A? ? hile, I realized that a good friend from college, let's call? Emm? as in th? owd with me, and we hadn'? een each other f? ? , so we split of? ? he c? and mad? ? n way.
We flagged down a city bus, got on, and head? o the re? ? in back, where we just ? ted talking and catching up. The can? ? e very nice, fli? ing ? ? cene? ent ? ? side the win? , and we'd been eating a? alking a whi? hen she ? ioned th? he didn't re? ? e a place to stay in? n and was wo? ing ? he could crash a? place. &quo? re,&? ; I said? uot;How long will you be staying? ? ot; "I'll be he? ntil Tue? ? ot; almost a wee? ay.
? ? ot;Sounds good. ? ? ? on ? day, though?"
"Wait, ? ? ot;
She nodded an? plained ? ? ? ? ? other had a condition which ? ired? eekl? ? of vita? and oth? ? ? ed m? ? ? ? t th? rse who was usually ? onsible for ? ? on vacation. He needed the vita? by ? day and would not be? ting them.
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? >Tha? ruck me as being? ? larl? ful and she pleaded with me not to cshe couldn&#? tak? ? t there was nothing I
Finally, we arrived at an enormous groce? tore, and made a beeline? the deli sectio? hich? known locally for having a bunch of deaf people? king there. When we arrived, I h? o laugh ? he deli workers were the? eople I had ? n in college who had been sort of a joke amo? he c? s de? eople be? e of their incredible snobbery. And now ? ? e making sandwiches, whi? as actually ? ty f? o watch.? >
Emma sudd? said she needed to ? o the bathroom, and she'd find me later.? ot;O" I said, a? ent back to watching the snobs assemble a partic? ly compl? ? ub. Several ? tes later, I realized there was ? ign of Emma ? here, so I began searchi? ? ? ? tore. Nothing. At th? ? , I ? red I'd prob? ? ? off by ? ? ion ? he bus a? ? ? robably ? sniffling in a bathroom sta? ? here, so? ent ? ide for a cigarette.? >
Someo? alke? to ? ho looked ve? aguely familiar but had the kind of face whe? ou can just tell that so? eight was lost at so? ? alo? ? ay. He grinned a big? -toothed smile a? aid,? ot;Ya remember m? uot;
I scoffed.? ot;Yes.&? ? ? >He me in a headlock and then le? ? uot;Bull? . Wh? ould? r mo? ? if she ? d you sa? ? hing? uot;
"She'd say you need to lay off the drugs, Matt." He laughed.
"So? ot; ? aid.? ot;It's almost April 12." B? ? , I sudd? remembered ? we had the ? thday. I stopped? ? ? ning and nearly pitched him ? ard, grabbed him by the ? ? s, and gave him a big, long ? that ended with us rolling ? he ground and laughing at the people who stared ? ? ? sho? rit large. His lips were? ? y.
? >We stoo? and? shed? ? es off, and he mentionedneed? ? ab a sandwic? ished me a h? ? thday -- and I d? ? ame to him -- and left. ? rned around ? to see ? her ? p of people I had worked? h once coming along the arbor on the side of the store. I found a wall and hid behin? and -- no more ? hese? pid encounters! ? oke up.