Friday Oct 31, 2003

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I'll ring up one day and you may wonder who I am.

Those of us who think that need and night are both the same have so many little scraps of paper stuffed in wallets and tucked up under books or safely put away in dresser drawers scribbled with numbers of forgotten faces and names

Take a chance on me. I haven't any name but what you'll give me when you leave.

stgeorge:
A hoarder of numbers on scribbled bits of paper. Oh, to have a better memory, to be able to picture a face.

I'm sure the chance is worth the outcome.

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