07 November 2009
"To or from?"
Kate looked at the time-worn man behind the counter. "Hmm?" she replied.
"You runnin' to, or from?"
She laughed half-heartedly. "From. Maybe to. How did you know?"
The man -- Ed, his shirt said, if it was his shirt -- said, "I always tell people, this ain't a town, it's a waystation. People only come here when their runnin' to or from somethin'. Nobody lives here."
Kate said, "Well don't you live here, Ed?"
The man laughed (or coughed, she wasn't really sure) and said, "Name's Greg, hon. And I doubt anyone could call what I do livin'."
Kate looked at the time-worn man behind the counter. "Hmm?" she replied.
"You runnin' to, or from?"
She laughed half-heartedly. "From. Maybe to. How did you know?"
The man -- Ed, his shirt said, if it was his shirt -- said, "I always tell people, this ain't a town, it's a waystation. People only come here when their runnin' to or from somethin'. Nobody lives here."
Kate said, "Well don't you live here, Ed?"
The man laughed (or coughed, she wasn't really sure) and said, "Name's Greg, hon. And I doubt anyone could call what I do livin'."
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