my friend jimmy asks me.
it's black friday,
everything is on sale.
everything.
his eyes are bugging out of
his head.
come on,
hop to it, we're going to be
late.
for what?
i ask him.
what do you need, what is
it that you so
desperately want to have
at this stage of your life.
at any price?
i don't know, he tells me.
i guess i'll know
it when i see it.
now let's go. the store opens
up in three hours.
we have to get in line.
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