we don’t really exist.
really, i looked into it. first i googled you. i asked jeeves about me. i yahood her. then i went to the library and look for us on microfiche.
there is no byline to describe us.
the new york times doesn’t mention us in its archives.
has zogby verified your existence? gallup?
were you surveyed by cnn or foxnews?
you can’t be measured. i haven’t been polled.
i checked on page a3, even below the fold.
nobody’s selling us in the classifieds.
our lives aren’t funny enough or 2 dimensional enough to exist in the comics.
we don’t require a bailout.
our names don’t appear in budgets or in crosswords.
once, when i was in a cynical mood, i even checked the obituary page.
we haven’t died.













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