I took off on a walk today, loading my bag up with a week old copy of The New Yorker (I had an article to finish on Jean-Paul Sarte and his partner in life, Simone de Beauvoir) and pushing a cigarette behind my ear for fuel for when I mounted the tops of all of the street hills surrounding my house from all the different angles. I walked up Seventh
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