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30 The weather’s canned today. It’s done this before. I feel cheap when I applaud it, but sometimes the weather needs us to say it’s ok if the sky gives out, if it goes home early and we stay inside. Last night, my one leg grew longer. I had a moment in a hot air balloon. You were there, but not happy about it. You went up anyway, so thanks. This morning sprung a new theory of gray. The city came by for the trash. I found a science of imaginary solutions, which was a good thing: The car had a flat. The kitchen was bombed with dishes. Our dog was lost but he was returning. RESPONSIBILITY ...

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