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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Kenny Fame

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Sunlight Began Dancing With The Fullest Of Hips

Hollow sounds of the tunnel, broke
through glass-shattering loud, squeel and
screech, braking noises. Train is now
pulling into downtown's Whitehall
Station. She stands with her. One hand

holding hers, the other – straphang-
ing. Movements more fluid than, dime-
a-dance girls, back in the Twenties;
hollow sounds of..

conductor, alerts train is trapped
between, Dekalb & Union
. Fa-
ces become trapped in anger, un-
til the train began to move. Af-
ter an hour, eyes open, in-
to booby traps; unwittingly
hollow sounds of...