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So that’s where they went.

November 19th, 2009

Rhiannon is coughing.  I reach into my inner jacket pocket, grab a tube of cough drops, and hand it to her without looking.

“Take one of these,” I say, as suavely as I can manage.

“Why do I need a towel?” she asks.

I look down.  I’ve actually handed her a tube of compressed travel towels.

“Shit,” I say helpfully, as I dig around for the tube of Hall’s I bought at Gas & Go.

I’d forgotten that I had those towels.

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