8.20.2006
After riding through a dark tunnel in a tiny box with my mother and father, I am stranded on a bright and sunny docking island waiting for the next city-owned paddleboat to arrive. As I stare out to the horizon I get too much of the sun in my eyes. Finally a craft pulls in and a couple disembarks with a video of homemade porn so we wait for the next one. And suddenly, sound comes back into my ears.
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