PRODIGAL
Something like this should never happen : he came
home with his tail between his legs. Dejected and
forlorn, bedraggled and clothing torn. I never saw
a smile less authentic. The small wind which blew
through his bones, even that presaged a portentous
despair. From years out on the pampas, now it
was all soon over. Man makes bets on the legions
of moments - wins some and loses others.
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'Pull up a chair, and have a beer.' I heard the guy
say that from the end of the rope. The lights were
dim, but no matter. Near to him, the other fellow
sauntered off. 'No man, I've heard that story
before, and I really have to go.'
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