returned from my hideout in Brooklyn, trained in the dull rain, finished Lolita for the third time this weekend (variations on a theme)- bed is heaped with clean and dirty laundry, pink rain water light through the curtains, warbling banjo cliché'ing my moment- some bags of dumpster bread in the kitchen, on the piano, under the stove- dark tea
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