HAPPENSTANCE
The long, blue car had a window down,
with an arm sticking out - white-gloved
and genuine. She mentioned her name as
Moira, and said she lived nearby. The driver
drove off - the car was gone. A million minutes
later, a million dollars on, I met her one more
time, and she smiled back saying she was still
tied up making that very same film, that
very same film, that very same film.
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