. . . to retire at an earlier hour tonight. I find my eyes closing briefly here at the computer screen, and I dream. I was just spotted on the streets of colonial Annapolis, coming down Pinkney Street, and turning right around the corner at Market Space, across the street from what is now McGarvey's. I disappeared into the crowd.
McGarvey's. IRL, I remember parking the motorcycle on the brick sidewalk in front, and having a meal there. With him.
I renounce the victim identity, and forgive him in the name of Jesus.
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