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12 Pressing the Advantage, Unaware of What It Was Everyone studied in history. It was hard to say goodbye. All the maples as they were, just as you wanted, held out their red leaves like change, every field crisscrossed with parachute balls like the glass lightning globes in the cellar. You felt rejuvenated when the javelins happened to fly. Everyone studied in history. Slowly he took off the mortarboard and black juvenilia. In other words goodbye, but not before you set a foot in someone else’s room, a straddling becoming a turn. Whether the horns can occur on the female and reach to the limb is another good question. Then there’s the bird at the door who won’t call what he’s singing a song, or technically a warble, preferring just to sing it. ...


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