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Ok, so maybe this is a bit olde, but you know what, some stories are just timeless, like that story about the French prostitute and the Greek babies. Zeus approved freedom fries! haha, timeless indeed. Ok, so during my Thanksgiving break I went to Chicago to meet my mother and spend the break together. So this one day we decide to see that movie with Thom Yorke and as we leave the hotel there was this girl standing by the exit. She was really beautiful and all dolled up for some reason or another, waiting.

So after the movie my mom and I returned to the hotel and there was the beautiful lady again, in the same position too. It was really sad because she was in the exact same position as I had last seen her, yet there was this look on her face, that look of anguish and inner suffering. When we came down for a walk the beautiful lady was still there, except she was stooped over a bench.

When my mom and I came back from walking the lady was no longer there, which is unfortunate because I had worked up the nerve to go talk to her and ask what was wrong. That night I began formulating all these posible stories for the lady's evening.

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Evening Possibility #1: She could have been waiting for some hot date, but then her schoolgirlfriend sent her an e-image of her "blind" date with which she responded in utter disgust. Not the kind of disgust you buy in grocery stores. No way. It was the kind of disgust you need a prescription for. So she jumped on the first milk delivery man who came through those ever-revolving hotel doors. The reason she jumped on the milkman, anthropologically speaking, was that he was an invariable provider, of milk non-the-less, and he was also constantly on the move, away from the house, thus giving the female a chance to regularly adopt a lover with which to fullfil her genetic desire to procreate and propegate the species. But after an evening of passionate milk love, she soon realized that most ugly guys have some sort of inner quality to make up for their pure ugliness, and felt bad.

Evening Possiblility #2: This beautiful young lady was one of those seductive young spy ladies who will be everything you want in a woman one second, and rip your heart out with the aid of some ancient Asian art passed down through word of mouth and heart(rip) another second. Except she wasn't just another example, she WAS one of them. She was the archetype, she was the essence of sexy spy-girlness. If there was a Form for sexy spy-girl, Plotinus would deem THIS girl worthy of that title. Anyway, this ghostly essence of human desire had just experienced an evening of adventures and misadventures alike in antechambers, cannals, under-roads, and dark alleys. A hidden treasure of centuries had just been unearthed, much to the chagrin of a certain wise individual and everything his kind stood for. This wise man placed the burden of returning the treasure to its rightful place on the ghost. The burden of replacing the treasure was not as large in magnitude as were the consequences of not returning the treasure. Certain doom for all mankind never rested easy on anyone's conscience, even if they were a ghost. So after dives, jumps, and rotations of varying degrees, the treasure was returned to its rightful place. All heroin's must rest, thus the reason for her being in the hotel. But rest for the great is never much, and after moments of rest, a new calling had reached her, forever seperating her from my clutches.

Evening Possibility #3: This young lady hadn't had a date in seven years and was willing to wait five hours in a hotel lobby to experience one anew. He never came, and she drowned her pillow in her tears.