I turn and face Bill Murray. You, I say. You leave in the morning. Bill Murray looks at me as if I’m beyond saving.
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I turn and face Bill Murray. You, I say. You leave in the morning. Bill Murray looks at me as if I’m beyond saving.
I tried micro-dosing mortared pills in squares of toilet paper, and when that didn’t work I bought an expensive machine to re-encapsulate the ground-up chemicals.
Nobody in the stairwells. Nobody on the street. Nobody in the alleyway. Nobody beside Mister Maharashi. They both decide again that they must just be jittery due to the frightening moment earlier.
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