I am walking down a city street. I meet three old friends. One of them, K, is an old girlfriend. She is now a stock broker and has been examining some cast iron statues in a glass case near the bus stop. These are supposed to represent investments. She explains to me the relative worthiness of two different types. One looks like a horse and rider with a sail rigging and the other is a bunny.
Rowdy’s Dream Blog #136: She Is Now A Stock Broker (Cast Iron Bunny)
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