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October 21, 2009

Hot Air Balloons

Filed under: Uncategorized — Mrs. Smith @ 9:14 pm


(Picture by Celeste Drake)

“What does he look like? What was he wearing? Where did you see him?”

“I don’t remember what he was wearing. It had a collar. It was dark colored. Maybe a vest, too, but I don’t know. He has dark hair, almost black. He had a shadow of beard, like always. Monroe don’t be running around this fair punching out anyone with a dark shirt and dark hair!”

“How old does he look?”

“Your age.”

“How tall?”

“Shorter than you.”

“Is he white, Mexican, black?” I guess with a description of “black hair” it really leaves you hanging.

“White. White as a ghost.”

“Bruce, get Ash and anyone else you see on the way there, tell him. I’m going to take Morgan to the trailer. Or,” He turned to me, “You think you might be up to looking around with me and seeing if you can find him again?”


“Good, Bruce, we’re going in the balloons. I’ll call you on the cell.” The balloons? The hot air balloons?!


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