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	<title>Two Hawks Quarterly &#187; Bonsai</title>
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		<title>Bonsai by Adam Sturtevant</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 26 May 2009 08:18:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I float along down the corridor like a phantom, through no effort of my own, while the fools on the other side of the black handrail huff and puff, wasting energy, walking.  Should have taken the platform, buddy.             Come on!  My dad is waiting, my girlfriend says to me.  I would rather just stand here, but she seems to think the moving platform is for walking on, not standing on.  To get places faster, not easier.  She doesn’t understand that I chose this particular black etched rectangle when I stepped onto it, and I intended to stick with it and thank it for the ride when I got off.  But no, we have to hurry to meet her dad in the passenger pick up area.  He’s waiting.             I’m not sure what to expect of her dad when I meet him, but judging from the way she bit her nails on the plane, picked out my shirt the night before, and went on and on about how much he’ll like me, I’m pretty sure she thinks he’s not going to like me.  She even told me not to mention how old I am, if it could be avoided.  I, [...]]]></description>
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