OF THE NINETEEN THOUSAND of the nineteen thousand days of my life so far has any one been truly different? reactions to weather eating shoes on shoes off a cough or no cough kissing and odors calm eyes overreactions to a reality that doesn't improve itself with age or clasp me as if to keep me by its side and is as typical or not typical of itself as any day is of days in general once very young I decided to make a mark in the living room for every time I went there so as to tell one from another and to get a total quickly the best place to begin was a light socket and I tried it and they've all been indistinguishable in spite of the shock of them ever since
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