14,142. DEAN DEADLY

DEAN DEADLY

One time, in space, that

wrinkle came back, that

wrinkle in time we hear 

of. Dean Deadly scoffed.

Having coffee we were, at

Small World Cafe, some

sidelong glance of a place

down Witherspoon way.

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'It's a world of declamations,'

he declared; and I thought

that was kind of funny so I

laughed. 'What's so funny

about that?' I was struck by

how deadly he was.

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Outside the window, still

another car or two wrangled

for the early-morning spaces.

That Mexican girl went by,

as she does every day. They

file off the early-workers'

bus and amble to their street

of kitchen work.

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It's not the best of worlds, but

at least it's not INS, and the

Princeton wealthy just have to

have their food  -  served and

prepped by slaves, though

of another brood.