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It was Sunday. Eleanor and Albert were walking along Wrightwood toward the “El". The wind swept the yellow Fall leafs away in giant swirls westward along the road. A large leaf smacked Albert directly in the face. He brushed it away when Eleanor asked him why she can’t tell her friends about his plans to attend Medill school.

There ensued an useful argument which continued between them until he left her on the train at Clark and Lake. She went on to meet a colleague to help with a paper and write one of her own.

Even on Sabbath day he went to the office. On the 13^th floor he entered and sat down at his cubicle. He printed a few reports, entered media rates for Johnstown –Altoona and thought of his course of action for the next week while Simon and Garfunkel coaxed him through his iPod earbuds.

He returned to their humble abode; even before putting his bag down the computer was booting up. He locked Mao in the room and sat down in front of the computer. He sat and reeled imaginative footage of himself in front of the computer as he was.

As he began Sunday chores he wrote an arcane note, dated 11/13 that follows as:

Dear Eleanor,

I’m still uncertain about it—undecided. What any man may tell you, he may tell his wife otherwise. Why don’t you ask me engaging ?s about work like you do him? You too speak out in defiance against your responsibilities at times.

Your Beloved.
AZ

Entitled Subversive.