Q: You got the beds.

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        Q: here were you?

        A: I he middle. I already had a bed.

        Q: Youd sublet this place.

        A: For a year. t me tials, diso sort of ture.

        Q: Did t?

        A: t saying, ter    all to Africa. to fight hunger.

        Q: Did t ?

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        Q: Limbo.

        A: tate, it ing on t muo    frustration. Still, I hen she made a pie, a blueberry pie --

        Q: Did to Fizz?

        A: I believe t te often.

        Q:     on there?

        A: It    rack, a erosexual meat rack. From old me.

        Q: So there. . .

        A: t playing, just exerg. . .

        Q:    make you feel?

        A: I didnt like it.

        Q: Sometimes I think I should have been a shrink.

        A:    you?

        Q: Its not medie.

        A: I imagialking to eacher. . .

        Q:    did to eacher?

        A: I dont knoful. Direct.

        Q: My    leaving t mucer re, as a soters seed over a field. S so mucrike a matc leaving tc matc surface. If so t so to tention and s uand alking about. Little balls of Kleenex every would end?

        A: Good Lord no. Maybe    it . took up a lot of space, made a lot of clatter. t hink.

        Q: All in all, t ressful side.

        A: e talked a lot. I t as a series of ver?sations. A series of ordinary versations. Simple as pie. them.

        Q: Do you hem?

        A: Postcards.

        Q: t before you like lotus blossoms. . .

        A: ly like lotus blossoms.

        Q: Open, blooming. . .

        A: More like antinging anthills.

        Q: You fall face doo an anthill.

        A: Somet.

        Q: ts are plunging tooto your s, as it oottle particles of fleso toothpicks.

        A: Very muc. how did you know?

        Q: Im not inexperienced.

        A: By andard?

        Q: Generally accepted standards.
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