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A Boring Day

I popped into Phil, the shoemaker, to visit Vanya, his wife, who asked me out of habit¬† what’s new. She’ll ask me this at least three times in our conversation, in case I forgot something. “Nothing’s new,” I said. “I’m … Continue reading

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