She met him at a dance. Pretty too, and young. Said he worked in a restaurant, but she can’t remember which one. Geraldo. That’s all. Green pants and Saturday shirt. Geraldo. That’s what he told her.
And how was she to know she’d be the last one to see him alive. An accident, don’t you know. Hit and run. Marin, she goes to all those dances.
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