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Friday, Jan. 09, 2004 | link The greasy pizza-by-the-slice place by my work, the one that hired really edgy street people to hand out balloons on the day it opened, had a sign hanging in the window this morning. "Sorry I'm close today" it said. As I walked the last block to work, and rode up the elevator, and hung up my cute scarf and jacket, and slowly scrubbed out my coffee cup, I thought, "close to what?" Maybe he's on a hunt for precious metals and the hole he's digging is almost deep enough? Or he's on the very cusp of solving a crime? Or is he literally close, like standing right behind me? Metaphorically close, like to my heart? Or, uh oh, what if it's sexy talk? Lots to think about. Also: on my way into work YESTERDAY, I saw a pigeon wearing a huge piece of lettuce on his back, like a cape.
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