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28 My guy buys brie, a baguette, and cherry tomatoes with his food stamps. I buy firewood and wine.We go up the canyon and light a fire in a stone fire pit and sit in soft folding chairs and talk for hours, let the penny-colored pit bull walk against the river current. And as we sit, the tall granite walls of the canyon slowly purple to black, and the sky goes out, and the flames we’re sitting by get brighter and warmer, until we begin to dwindle, and we douse them, and we go. thanksgiving ...

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