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began its call once again. They were there of course, in their pure synthetic package. The cashier looked up at Hugh and assumed the handsome young man must have just gotten off work. Victor, the AM/PM cashier, mused that if he had been as strapping as Hugh when he was young the opportunities for him would have been infinite. He would have been able to work at a bank operating a real register. “You like Jellybeans?” Hugh smirked, “You have no idea.”


2009-10 Parallax  
2009-10 Parallax  

Idyllwild Arts Academy Student Literature/Art Magazine 2009-10