i met a girl; she was made out of paper. she was bright white, three-hole punched. we got to talking. i liked her very much. she had a lot to say. she was an avid reader, five newspapers a day. she had an extensive and varied origami collection that had been written up in a major lifestyle magazine. she'd recently moved here from a suburb of pittsburgh, and i offered to show her around town. she told me that unfortunately she was booked for the afternoon, but that if i left her my number, she'd give me a ring sometime. and before i could even start fumbling through my things for a pen, she pulled one out of her paper-purse, and handed it to me...the full ebook