Turniej Pokemon

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I wanted anybut
hadn't she heard of polite? It would have made me feel like I was riding in the same car with
her. I sank into my seataging by the minuteand shut my eyes.
Only later did I learn that “Yuki” actually was her name.
I thought about when I was her age. I used to collect pop records myself. Singles. Ray
Charles' “Hit the RoadJack” Ricky Nelson's “Travelin' Man” Brenda Lee's “All Alone Am I.” I
owned maybe a hundred 45s. I used to listen to them day in and day out. I knew all the lyrics by
heart. The things kids can memorize. Always the most meaninglessidiotic lines. Stuff about
a China doll down in old Hong Kong
waiting for my return. . . .
Not quite Talking Heads. But okaythe times they are a-changin'.
I stationed Yuki in the waiting room and went to purchase our tickets. The flight was
running an hour latebut the ticket agent warned that the chances were it'd be delayed even
longer. “Please listen for the announcement” she said. “At the momentvisibility is extremely
bad.”
“Do you think the weather will improve?” I asked.
“That's what the forecast saysbut it may take some time” she said grimly. She
probably had to say the same thing two hundred times. Enough to depres [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]