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  • Come into my home and I will serve you coffee cake and milk and shark meat. I will pull it from the ceiling and you will brush away the flies and I will cut it sideways with my pen knife and you will run into the grass because you cannot stand the smell of it and I will laugh and pound the table with my hand and spill the coffee. I will take my guns and shoot the mink that eat the birds and break the eggs and kill just for the hell of it. My sister will be in the kitchen and she will bring the things for us to eat and we will eat them on my bed with a table in between us and I will show you photos. I will get them from the hallway and you will see how they are only showing things I love — accordions and cameras and all my sheep especially the gray one and all my cars especially the red one. I will treat my sheep like kids because I never had a wife and I never had a family and they are very beautiful especially the gray one. But I will get old and it will get hard and my back will give out and I will have to send the sheep to slaughter and it will take me years to get over the sadness. But when I am over the sadness or anyway to help me get over the sadness I will use the money from the sheep to buy some cars and I will not buy one car or two cars but three cars and I will keep them in my barn under the plastic and under the shark meat and I will not drive them but sometimes I will drive them and park them all around the valley in front of the mountain or in the fjord or out in the snow or the flowers and I will take pictures of the cars in these places because I love them equally the places and the cars not to mention the sheep. I will take pictures of the cars and I will put the red one next to the blue one and the blue one next to the red one and the blue one next to the blue one because I have two blue ones. I used to be a road man, then I was a mail man, then I was a mink man, then I was a sheep man, but now I am only a man and I hope you liked the coffee cake and milk and photos even though I know you didn't like the shark meat and it was too hot in the house but I will never open the windows because there was a time when we were cold.
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