Pardon · 3 December 2001
I slept like a bear; I removed tarnish from copper pots with lemon halves dipped in salt; I made the Terminal window transparent; I swallowed and waited; I stared into space while they argued; I overfilled the lighter and wiped away the excess; I saw something foreign in the glass as I drank; I bought butter; I reread a passage and still couldn’t grasp it.
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