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That’s Life

I was talking with him again last night, this time in an apartment he’d sublet and whose poet-owner would later sue him for wrecking. “Beau Geste,” I said, apropos nothing. “Your name reminds me of. Mine’s a pig herder.” “Pigs don’t herd,” he said. “Right,” I continued, “but, but it reminds me—” “Wasn’t that a […]

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