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The dog seller hawks mangy curs across from me at the flea market. Misty brings me a cherry slushie like she’s a woman who takes care of her man. Don’t think I don’t notice she makes a big show of it for mister dog seller. The son of a bitch wears clean overalls. He’s bigger …

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The world encouraged me to completemy doctorate in shamelessness. “You’ll hurt to not be part of all this interfaceand commerce,” I was warned, though as soon as I declined I was rewardedwith a loneliness so pure that my ears could not be found by bothersome words,and my blood felt fed only by the air and …

I’m certain that morning I heard wasps droningbeneath each floating, sunlit surface.The billowing high-peaked tents staked virgin spaceas if they were the early outposts of an empireon the rise. Here was a scene nothing in Chauceror Blake or my continental tours had prepared me for.How unlike the bored bewitchment I’d glimpsed in that pigeon-eyedChancellor of …

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