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It's the middle of the month, not exactly moving day. But still I can imagine where the desk could have come from. It is not hard to imagine a discarded banged up desk recovered from some dumpster. The wooded wedge, however seemed a little odder, especially the size of it. Was it really some lucky coincidence that both these objects should fall into your hands at some time in some perfect location. Or did you wait, longing for such a day. Plotting and planning. Either way I'm glad. I'm glad I walked by when I did. I'm glad I could still hear you from with in my apartment. Hear you rolling over the sidewalk cracks, up the ramp, across the desk and landing perfectly back on the sidewalk, one by one. |
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