five kisses at the end of a letter, five full seats at a long birch dining-table; four years and one day until my next multiple of five.
i'm twenty-one tomorrow.
jake called up, speaking at volume: silly; come to timepiece! and if i hadn't been too tired to move, and if i hadn't been having my hair cut (by fran; genius stylist!), and if i hadn't
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