ON THE LIT-TLE LADY HANGIN’ OUT INSIDE MY BLOWN GLASS BOWL— And Her Foreboding Story, Crown **Royale** Style ;oD

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Reflection from May 27th, 2004 @ Age 22

RE:  *ONCE* UPON A TIME, I WAS IN COLLEGE—WHEN I HAPPENED TO ACQUIRE, A SMALL GLASS BOWL; AND *INSIDE* ITS BLOWN GLASS BODY, THERE WAS A BUBBLE—AND INSIDE THE BUBBLE, A LIT-TLE LADY I NAMED GISELLE ;0)

Okay, so I have to go to work, but I just killed Giz!  Ahh the guilt.  The Crown bag just slipped out of my hand and fell to the ground, and that was it.  The end.  But if it’s an end—that must also mean it’s a new beginning.  So now, what’s beginning?  I’ll have to ponder that at work.

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