The meaty part of my thumb twitches
awaiting spanakopita warming in a
timed oven. Sell books in the
meantime, watch The Devil Wears
Prada while listing Fashion Sketch
2003 edition. I've been up since
last midnight and the sun's just
gone down on today. Dead
roses, molded actually, finally
in the trash. Twice gone with
that doesn't make the missing done.
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