I scan down the list in the phonebook as a waif-like blonde flitters through the office like a beautiful Prada monarche butterfly
I dial out and wait
Man(Mexican accent): Hello?
Me: Hi! Do you have (insert rare and exotic animal)
Him: .....ummmm... un momento por favor...(distant Spanish yelling)
Him: Come today?
Me: Yes, I will be there in the next hour
I hop into my boss's car and drive to east LA
Hair flying in the open wind of the sunroof
People trying to sell me chopped up mangoes
Chaotic swirling traffic as my arms tan in the sun
Chaotic swirling traffic as my arms tan in the sun
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