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A day of wound-licking. Watching the rain come down and pacing from window to window. The tang of ozone still in the air. We’re both jumpy, skittish, ill at ease.

How such a small disaster can claim you.

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I should go for a walk or something, but it feels beyond me.

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My neighbor has fired up his grinder. More Pakistani street dentistry sounds. That machine of his makes a noise that mimics exactly the mood I’m in right now.

Fuck me running.

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Namaste.

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