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... precisely the sort of day that fills you with a sense of the contradictions you are swimming in. The knowledge of pain and delight, the angry sound of traffic outside your window in the purple of 4:07 a.m., the laughter of all your ex-lovers heard across the room at a crowded loft party, the music you listened to eight, nine... ten years ago that you can't even stand to hear any more - all the contradictions you could find so easy to ignore any other day - they are all crashing down around your ears... a shade too sweet and edgy in the mouth. Read the first page
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