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Monday, November 06, 2006

he dug through a dumpster behind an apartment complex in Houston, fishing for a wooden cassette tape rack. He heard voices nearby, but couldn't tell from where. He looked up. Two women sat on a balconey above him, watching. They were talking about the various times they'd dug through dumpsters.

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