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a man [who later is identified as henry cyr] approaches us and begins to sing the blues to kate as she stands in her pajamas, illuminated by the flickering lights of the pizza store. it takes a few moments for me to realize that he only has one arm, but less than that to decide that he's crazy- a good crazy though.

later, as we're sitting on the back stoop, eating the pizza and hearing about morgen's adventures at the shelter, the wind creates a massive whirlwind of dust that makes everything instantly gritty.

we're all humming just below the surface.

when the first torrential rain ends, i'm on the balcony, soaked to the skin.

it's the first time in days that i've felt clean, and the dirtiest i've been for a long time.

i'm still humming below the surface.