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Saturday, May 31, 2008

Bull Fight

We're in Spain. There's a bullfight.

The boy sits at a table eating a sandwich.

I tell him to stay inside, but he says no. We're on a road walking

a dog. The dog gets away, runs ahead on the road and bites a man.

I run up to the man and ask him to show me where he's been bit.

He's looks at me fiercely. He will not respond to me. I turn around and go home.

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