?Hello Georgie,? Condi said. ?Did you come to see Condi?? Condi rubbed my hair and it tickled.
?Dont go messing up his hair,? Dick said. ?Hes got a press conference in a few minutes.?
Condi wiped some spit on her hand and patted down my hair. Her hand was soft and she smelled like Xerox copies coming right out of the machine. ?He looks just fine,? Condi said.–Sam Apple —2005 Faux Faulkner Winner (Hemisphere Magazine)