Category: A Story
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The Angry Buddhist – 2
I haven’t forgotten about this friend of ours, who I have created. When given a moment, I often think about her, and wonder where’s she’s been and where she might be headed. I’m at the laundromat, so I’ve got some time.
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The Angry Buddhist – 1
Whenever I think about Buddhism I immediately envision a cat lady. Not an old cat lady, but a young one who still has time to find a lifetime lover. She’s probably about thirty-eight, with crow’s-feet. Her hair is shoulder length, and she wears flats regularly.