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Charles Elin
what’s unavailable is not there
His editor had one arm and no legs. On your own time,
she said, don’t be seen. Never talk in public. Your words
leave out a lot. When fired, he went into hiding. His girlfriend
painted his face and sent him off for long walks. He wondered
how his editor got by. He lowered himself to the ground and
looked for a belief.
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