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- Umbrellas
Umbrellas
There were two umbrellas in the stand by the door and only one of us left, which is the sort of arithmetic that follows you home.
I kept his for four months. I told myself it was because he would come back for it, and then I told myself it was because it was a good umbrella, and eventually I stopped explaining it to myself at all, which was restful.
Keep your place, and listen
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