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Show -28 would look. I told Jenny that I was putting down my home address in L.A. for you to find me when you're done meditating, but of course I am not. Sincerely your friend, J. Cash (not my true name) "I was weeks in Los Angeles looking for her," I said. "But I never had any luck and I finally came to see that I had got the two Jennies completely mixed up in my mind and didn't really know which of them I was looking for. "I had a job working the swing shift on the loading dock of a hair-dryer factory in Burbank; I'd leave there at one in the morning and spend the rest of the night driving all over L.A. hoping to find this dream-person." I glanced over at Morgan; she had her chin up, her eyes were dangerous. "You're not getting mad because I'm talking about this, are you? It was a long time ago." "Why should I get mad?" she said. "You've had your adventures, I've had mine too. No reason to get mad--don't be so dumb." "What made you stop?" Jacob said. "I don't know. When I realized that life isn't a fairytale, I guess. No little man with a long funny name was going to pop up through the floor and tell me where to find my fortune or where Jenny was hiding. So I left town." And went to Tucson to chase another figment, until the day that dream popped like a bubble too. |