The other day while going through a book I'm using for research on my thesis, I found the stub of Robert Freucel's boarding pass for a Northwest flight going from Albuquerque to Denver. It was on the 18th of February at 8:30 AM, flight 396. I don't know who Robert Frucel is or what he was doing with the book I opened, but it's kind of fascinating that a piece of his life ended up in mine.
I realized that two years ago I left a bunch of ransom notes in a book that got returned to the library. My friends had left me after they took all of my shoes hostage and I returned the book, forgetting I had been using the notes as a book mark. I wonder who found them and what they thought of all the meticulously cut out magazine lettering arranged in cryptic phrases.
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