TAYLOR FOR SALE


"you're right, of course," says the woman who might
as well be taylor. "I guess I just have a personal stake in
this particular case." she offers you a shy little smile,
humble, guilty. you want to touch her, just reach out and
grab her shoulder and reassure her, but there seems to be
an invisible border between you and her, between her world
and yours.

a border you are in the process of crossing.

"welcome," she says, "to
sergent pepper's lonely hearts club band.