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Monday, June 08, 2020

Sometimes life is like a weird memory.

From childhood.

Like the one where some dudes in a car were pointing weapons at us.

The adult driving the car didn't see it.

I said "Look at what they are doing." And described it.

"No they're not," she said.

I watched one hang out the window and point a weapon at us again.

"Probably just bee-bee guns," said to self.

Eventually they got bored and turned down another road.

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