alone in a crwded coffee house.  My sould felt like it shrilvelled ligke a fig and there weren now things I could thuingf of that would feel better than to be gone, bgone gone.

I persisted in existing, however and felt that the best cousre of action would be to get out of the way of the young laughing couple who came in through the door ehind me, soakign wet they were his blue eys aprking beneath blak hari, he brown eye shar and dark and penetrating out from a mass of tangle blonde hari.

[note:aahhh I don't know wher thei si going!]

You work at the shop.

what

The shop
where all the chops wer made

chops

yeah, the engine block, the fenders,

I’m sorry, you have the wrongperson,

Oh, hey, I apoligize wrong number babe he spoke to hes girlfriend/wife/ wahater

Blue raincoar girl looked to be gone when I saw her smiling sadly at me.

I smiled awan smile and went to the counter to place m oudred.