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Infinite Monkeys. Infinite Typewriters.
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More in Dregs & Other Unreadables pausing to rememberas we passed the candy shop on washington street I smelled a bit of wintergreen and stopped. because it was you talking to me about baseball when you were a boy your nightstand drawer slightly opened and me on the mat in an old green coleman sleeping bag beside your bed twenty years ago five years after you said I wouldn't want to sleep there anymore. |
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