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Saturday, October 22, 2011

Lyndsay Markham

     Lyndsay Markham found himself longing for familiar-looking people doing familiar-looking things, so he could despise them.  All this perpetual newness was unsettlingly pleasant.  He passed a garish gilded mirror in the quaint colonial hotel lobby and was horrified to discover a sunny smile had displaced his well-practiced sneer of perpetual disdain.  That settled the issue.  It was time to end his vacation or forgo an entire lifetime of rehearsed, aloof, unlikableness.  Thinking of the effort invested in forming such a disagreeable personality and the open-ended return trip plane ticket his co-workers and mother had chipped in for him on his birthday he couldn't quite shake the feeling he was missing something.

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