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disguised in alms
good will and love she writes letters overflowing with ghoulish details of the demise of people I have long forgotten who have stolen my love and turned it against me... I care not for her descriptive prose but cannot bring myself to laugh at her minutia or to unbridle my anger at her insensitive choice of words yet the jocular giggling of my belly and the deep resuscitating breaths after explosions of exasperation would, one or the other, tearfully cleanse my ruffled soul of the loss of those same people who should have been present but are strangely absent at times when alms are the most desired unwanted words [2008.19.1...a]
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