Sensations
ticking in the distance.
tap. Some
lightning.
But it does not rain.
noise from the street.
A woman cries near the hot dog stand.
No onions.
Mojo breathes.
Plan.
His heart beat. And my
.
Elsa, down to the third floor, left again dropped his book on the ground.
Now he sleeps. Tomorrow
not remember on what page is here. And then
NY.
summer.
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