BY THE END OF NIGHT
IT WAS MORNING
As simple as all that too. Gargantua
had come home, and the make-peace
statues were newly in place. I too was
going home again, and it all seemed
peaceful and wise. There wasn't
much to be said, and a morning
shift was beginning : The guy I
knew, Randy, who worked at the
zoo, was just leaving his front
walk. 'Hey, Randy,' I said. 'Hey,'
he said back. I wondered if he
looked forward to work.
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