Monday 1/22/2007 12:24:00 AM

I turned the key. Coaxing my enemies. Cylinder in a lock. Tumbling in earnest toward a combination that might release. The rapunzel from her tower. The princess from her pea. Baiting the fairy tales with ample hooks. Coloring in the pages of children's books.

Thwarting the angle he had taken. Positioning the camera.

There are mice. And there are men. And there are reasons to love either one.

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