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  • It's not that early anymore and the sun blares. You'd think it was mad, the sun, for all its fiery, hot breath in your face. the argument with that memory of them was growing stale, as the pastry in the paper bag. that nice lady that runs on Dunkin' had done it again. Walking all the way from Halsted uneventfully, beautifully uneventful walk. A rare one these days, but on a hot day like this and in a coat like this... hey, but the city of broad shoulders is not always the cooperative kind, particularly its airs -- winds to some, but really airs -- temperamental as fuck. Hail, snow, torrential rain, wicked flurries, gusts with guts, all in a day's walk. and then the asshole with the camera. there's always someone with a camera. still, no matter how many images there are, just like UFOs, there's no hard evidence nowhere of the so-called American Dream...
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