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| Milk Wood |
Ding, ding, ding.
No one's home, not even the one you're looking for.
And who am I looking for, he thought. He didn't know.
Ding, ding, ding.
Why isn't anyone here? He didn't know.
And he thought he was special.
Ding, ding, ding.
The harder he hit that bell, the angrier he got.
He was the one, he was THE one.
Ding, DING.
Anyone? Someone?
When they finally caught up with him, he was at the counter, hitting that bell with hatred in his eyes.
"Back home with you, mister."
Ding...
Home? Superman never dresses in white. He hated home.
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