I don't know if I've ever experienced my own death before, but this time, B. and I go on a bike ride, park by a flea market in Berkely on a lawn, and have lunch or something. We return outside hours later at sunset to find the grass abandoned of flea market, our bikes missing or confiscated, and we both stand around in consternation trying to
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