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Saturday, September 20, 2008
Overwork
When the plane landed, I found myself lifting my exhausted head off the Denny's counter top.
The eggs were cold, and two streaks of coffee incised trompe l'oeil gulleys on the outside of the cup and dried there like last season's riverbed.
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