Quite suddenly, I knew something was amiss. Even though Rita patiently awaited my gaze, I turned towards Ben, who was silently waiting beside me and had his hand on my left shoulder.
"The blogs..." I managed to stammer, "...the blogs are GONE!"
Ben cleared his throat, and spat out a half-spent Hall's onto the cracked pavement.
"If they be gone," he said softly,"den how canz people be reading dis den?"
I didn't give a tinker's damn what Ben had to say, and even less about the gun hidden in his lederhosen, especially since Rita was finishing off her third can of malt, and it was no time to be studying paradoxes. I took out my camera, loaded with my last roll of Kodachrome and gave Rita that look...you know, the one that...
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