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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 127 of 307 barkers and actual acrobatic acts to distract the kids so that the parents could go and enjoy an excellent fleecing in the gambling areas. When I managed to get back behind the bus, it was already a half block down'the street past El Diablo Smiling Clown Casino. I rushed past the empty bus stop where the bus had obviously paused to pick people up. I reassured myself that there was no way she could have gotten off at that corner and quickly slipped inside the El Diablo Smiling Clown Casino. I reassured myself of this for the rest of the morning and well over 50 bus stops. ' Either I had missed her there, missed her somewhere else or she had literally been sitting on the bus and transmogrified into a gambling chip and had been carried off in someone's pocket because I never saw her get off that bus. I was giving myself a good Utah style guilt bruising back at the hotel, asking myself how I could have been so stupid. How could I have taken my eyes of that bus? Why didn't I just run the darn light! There wasn't any traffic to speak of. Calmate Nefilito. Tenemos manana. "I guess we do." The Buddha of Oaxaca was really good at tomorrow. If I listened to him too much I never would have graduated. But he was right this time. The phone rang. |
