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24 who. mAin chArActers. You feel your face, electric razor, and think of the night before. You hear screaming from a game, a bird, then distant jet rumble, then the traffic. There is no longer any virtue in climbing toward happiness. What city are you in? Is the person you are married to now more or less familiar with your face than the woman on the cell phone? While not on the cell phone, she asked me if I were happy the last time we met. I left you standing at the door. ...

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