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- I am a callus, a corn if you will. My legs are institutions. I glow. I should get a pedicure next week. Literary aspirations are back and I'm dying to write lies - clever clever lies. And I should. I know less today than I did yesterday, unfortunately - maybe that should tell me something. I will tell you about the weather some other time - right now I am too hungry and need to eat. I am sorry about being so vague. All I want to do is lay in bed with a book.
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