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To reach the library, I cut through the back parking lot. I wove my body casually inbetween various gleaming, stationary vehicles, headed towards the door. Lost in thought, my head was downcast enough to avoid any dull distraction. As I had almost cleared the candied matrix of cars I looked up finally, to see a clean path to the posterior entrance blocked only by a mousy wisp of a mother holding the hand of her tow-headed two-year-old. Immediately my left elbow nicked the passenger side mirror of some dark blue parked van and simultaneous with this bump, the little tow-head's books shot out from under his arm falling slightly behind him. They were nearly twenty paces ahead of me. It was as if by striking the automobile's stubby appendage, I struck the child. Was the van I hit theirs? This synchronistic occurrence may have only appeared as such. I wondered: Could the van be a mechanical voodoo representation of this otherwise unassuming parent and/or child? A demon pin-cushion in the form of a gas-powered carriage?
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As I was nearly asleep, last night, something occurred to me: "Is the new pope evil?" And then I considered all the consequences of such an pope, and how it would make a great 'world-wide conspiracy' story. I next, of course, realized that the new pope could also, most reasonably BE DICK CHENEY (dressed up differently and wearing secret papal make-up).
You decide:
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