(Also, one of the great Pink Floyd albums next to The Division Bell.)
As my lunch break, consisting of a brow wax and a stale pretzel, was coming to an end, I was overcome with desire to flee the city and spend the next couple of months sailing through the rivers of Belize. Then a cab almost ran me over and I was once again drawn back to reality, scratching my inflamed forehead and dusting the pretzel salt off my wrinkled scarf.
the end
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