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Thursday, January 17, 2013

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her ex
the call during dinner hadn't been from merideth . my cell's missed = call log register the origin of the incoming call simple as  PURDY  . that would be sam . he hadn't left a message . sam seemed to have givin up  caqring about people tracking our telephone habits . that was proges .
i was sitting on the balcony of merideth 's condo , facing vaguely west , as i tried to decide whether i wanted to return the call . i'd grabbed a bottle of water from the almost barren refrigerator . to my left an insistent  string of landing lights  from descending planes - they dotted the sky at intervals like illuminated pearls - marked out the approach from the desert toward the runways at LAX  . i followed the lights of one palne until it landed , allow some room up  the coast for the expanse of marina  del rey , and guessed that my seat on merideth 's balcony was facing  almos directly toward   santa monica .
i couldn't see the beach . couldn't even discern a clear line where  the lights of santa monica ended  and the opaque pacific  began .
i returned sam's call .
he said ." hi . how 's LA ?
\" a little haze . not too hot . how about the grand canyon ?"
"definitely too hot . short visit . i may need to fix the AC in the chorokee . ened up to going to vegas . atlki to a guy .

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