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barely an illusion of an apology, no real acceptance of culpability, you are inculpable, immutable in your correctness, aren't you? mea, culpa. toast, honey, olive spread, grapefruit juice, vitamins b and c. omega oils, castor, capsules rolling side-to-side on the tray you carry in the palm of your weaker hand, the stronger pulling back the bed clothes and pushing forward the pillow. leave your cigarettes, please. and bring me an ashtray. and the guardian.