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How the Friends Met So what do you do? What can you do? Leave the room altogether? Crazy. Your eyes are the wallpaper; makes it tough, doesn't it? Peel them away. You call that pain? It's not. It's insane. You make it. Keep going. Confront a lightpole. Smoke a mythopoeic cigarette forever. Mark a spot with your mysterious shoe; scratch Hate in the sidewalk. A man will come along and there will be reason enough to knife him. Sure enough, there comes along a worse-than-Bogart. ... There you are, smoking the lightpole. The spot you marked appears between your eyes, and then becomes a sidewalk, and the man walks right up the sidewalk into your room, looks at the wallpaper, and laughs. So what do you do? What can you do? Kick him out? Hell, no. You charge him rent. 25 ...

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