Every dance is a formal contract. Sign here, she says. Lick the envelope where the papercut shows through. The rain won't let up so truckloads idle at the nearest rest area. Pushpins. Watermarks. Madagascar on one leg, a glass case for the other. It is filled with imported beer. Tubes deliver most of it. For the rest, the problem is not
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this one time, at diabetes camp. we sang poetry.
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In the past, he hasn't listened to peoples complaints about removing people from his friends list.
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