: there is an outside and it’s melting. Pull my bike from the shed; forget where the lock is, the headlight is. Swerving in the road and the cool wind captured by the mouth of my jacket. Seiyu empties, Muji empties, but the 100 Yen shop is still fully stocked. Clay Pigeons. Met Afia for our weekly soup curry dinner; teaching credentials; our lives as a situational comedy ripe for television “Okay, my show was on NBC and yours just jumped to Showtime.”; a party to plan. Battlestar Galactica, LOST, Six Feet Under, the final leg.
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