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Her kitchen and the Pyrex collection. The harvest wheat and the green. The short sun coughs behind the grey. The Pyrex again, and there's one making thick coffee on the counter-top. This has the same odor as a tape recorder and god's bicycle horn. I've applied a little bauxite behind the ears. There is a smell of aluminum while a man with a speech impediment is putting siding on the house. I'll hide again.
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