A Vacation Digression

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Time Warp

I lounge in the food court midday, watching the boy listlessly torture a hot dog like a mantis with a mate.

The sparse crowd drones around me, a shopping gray mass but a sound cuts through, singing seductively through the muzak engine.

The Time Warp.

Sometimes, the absurd eats your lunch, just because.

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