09-20-11: He Likes Blastypants

One rail, a joiner to this city from that city: suitcases and taped cardboard boxes carry the brittle documents of failed intent. Steam-wet breath gasps, urges bandana legs to churn towards the next bite of food.

But then.

Sam changes his mind.  He likes Blastypants.

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