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49 Our New Calendar Sunday will be rechristened what it always was: Day of Regrets. On that day, the only uproar you cause concerns your sandals marking a field of cut grass; the only pain, the corpse of a small animal lifted to a roadside. You even close doors with humility on that day. It will pass interminably, awkward, thick with silence, offering you ample time to ponder. It will follow Saturday, known now, forever, as Day of Senseless, Stupid Acts. ...

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