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piss where you eat
pick one, they’re all bathrooms, you said. and i went up and pulled on one and it didn’t budge. i pulled the next one and it opened. i went in and shut the door and locked it behind me. it was dark. lit by one of those lights you see in underground government facilities in…
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a late digestif
it’s after our coffee,the room is still a messfrom last night’s “Italiannight.”we made our own pastawith your new pasta makerafter we finally figured outhow to put it together,jamming the plastic inthere and me cranking thehandle like mad. dougheverywhere today – i wasthrowing it up in the air likei was making pizza – and theentire apartment reeks…
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bay state of mind
“Massachusetts Avenue!” I yell walking with her down Westwood. “I always seem to find the Massachusetts Avenue in every city. Somehow.” We continue walking, past Bristol Farms and she asks, “Is that it right there? Should we cross?” “No,” I say, “it’s past the FedEx, on the next block up there. See it? Paris Bakery?”…