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It's fall outside today. Leaves falling, blowing 'round. I'm writing a book. Well, a short novel. It’s about a 20-something man spending the majority of his day sitting relatively comfortably in two very large kitchen cabinets. He comes out only to eat breakfast, lunch and dinner, which his maid prepares, shower (etc.-all bathroom related activities), play racquetball with his older art dealer sister, and watch the eleven o’clock evening news.
