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thinking below ground

Late in the day when the whether has resolved into the done and can’t be returned for a refund, and complaining is still tiresome as teenage logic, and achievement seems like magic, I sit down here in my subterranean office … Continue reading

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remark

Conversation can be just so polite; we comment on the weather and daylight and the cards we play as if the whole array is with us every day— and it is. Looking at the whole constant stream can be like … Continue reading

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scaring the cat

I didn’t intend the scare the cat, but I seem to have and that is that. She sits there purring and looking baleful: if I do it again there’ll be a jailful of me, quite unable to scare gray pussies … Continue reading

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