Come down and eat chicken with me beautiful. It's soooo dark.
Come down and eat chicken with me beautiful. It's soooo dark.
Other times I think about them, though all this October I have done so, it seems, because October is the time when men think mostly about far places and the roads which might get them there. I sit on the bench in front of Bell's Market and think about Homer Buckland and about the beautiful girl who leaned over to open his door when he come down that path with the full red gasoline can in his right hand she looked like a girl of no more than sixteen, a girl on her learner's permit, and her beauty was terrible, but I believe it would no longer kill the man it turned itself on for a moment her eyes lit on me, I was not killed, although part of me died at her feet.
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