Today I saw her again. That girl. She was standing in line at a boutique in front of me arguing with the storeperson about
Mismatched clothes on end of bed arrayed like a waiting lady’s maid both hands first. Sequestered in air conditioned time I lie building piles
I walked out of the hairdresser really feeling myself, my blowout rifling in the wind. It had been almost a year since my last
I looked at my bank account becoming very conscious of the two digit number staring back at me.This was a first. Never before in
I’m walking round museum island trying to find the road that leads to the ubahn. It’s an expansive street with ubran graffiti and many

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