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Mr. Jordon T. Langley, Part 8…finis

“I have all the clothes I need and I’m moisturized and blown dry,” said Mr. Langley. “Do you feel ready?” asked the camera. “I do.  At least as much as possible.” “Good enough.  You won’t know you’re feet are wet … Continue reading

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Jordon T. Langley, Part 7

“Who ARE you? asked the camera, the shutter open all the way, as he watched Mr. Langley walk in. “It’s me, Jordon Langley.” “I know that.  I mean, wow!  You look forty years younger and you’re actually kind of handsome.” … Continue reading

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Jordon T. Langley, Part 6

“I called several places and the most expensive one said they have a consultant on staff.  He just had a cancellation, so they can take me today.  They also have their own salon.  I have an appointment in two hours.” … Continue reading

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Jordon T. Langley, Part Five

“It’s an eight week class, starting next Saturday.  Eight Saturday’s in a row and they accept a donations of two hundred dollars.” “A DONATION of two hundred dollars?” “Yes.  That’s what the man said.” “What if you don’t want to … Continue reading

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Jordon T. Langley, Part 4

“Okay, now what?” asked Mr. Langley.  “I have the pad and pen.” “Write down, DAY ONE.” He wrote. “Then write, Each day I will talk to three different people for five minutes each.  I will speak, not just listen.  I … Continue reading

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Mr. Jordon Langley, Part 3

“Okay, are you happy now?” Asked Mr. Langley.  “I’ve had an entire pot of coffee and I’m shaking like a leaf from all the caffeine.  Look at me,” he said, holding out his trembling hands. “Oh, boo hoo.  You humans … Continue reading

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Mr. Langley…part one

This camera was found in an alley, by Jordon T. Langley, a forty-five year old, accountant, who always wanted to be a photographer.   Langley was…mmmm, a little bit different than most other people who took pictures for fun, or profit.  … Continue reading

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