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November 24. Day 147. Quick, allow me to write something now, so yesterday’s entry falls a little bit lower on the page. I spent the entire day at the library, a place I don’t often venture. That’s because I like my libraries like I like my steak — rare. After setting up a pile of books I needed [...] November 23. Day 145. I was sitting in a cafe, and I became curious as to whether the young scholar performing a series of studious acts upon a legal tome was, indeed, attending the law school I suspected he was. So I asked the young man what school he goes to. He replied. He asked me if I am [...] November 22. Day 145. Mr. A subscribes to the weekend editions of the Union-Tribune, San Diego’s daily gazette. He rarely reads it, but he gets it because he knows I enjoy it. Thank you! Occasionally, the paper disappears from his building’s porch. This bothers me for three reasons. First, I like newspapers. As in paper. Second, while I’m a somewhat [...] November 21. Day 144. Friday was Mr. A’s company’s holiday party, held at Sea World. Arcade games, an arctic ride, photo-ops with huggable plastic marine mammals, and a live penguin encounter, encountered: men in dark suits drinking vodka cranberries, a dance floor that remained more or less empty until the final hour, raffles for vacations to [...] November 20. Day 143. When La Sorella and I were little, things would usually go down like this: She would aggravate the hell out of me, provoke me with pokes or tickling, until I’d snap. Bend her pinkie back or pull her hair. She’d scratch me back, maybe stab me with a pencil. (She denies that, but [...] |
    
  
 
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