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on a day when all I can do is mope and think of the boy and wish more than anything that he was here with me, when I am doing nothing constructive and nothing with any real purpose, just drawing picture after picture of Kafka (they're all terrible. I've made him look awfully deranged) and have staring contests with my cat (she wins nearly every
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