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sitting in the cafe on the corner a woman in thin wire glasses asked me for a flame i reached to give her one but what i pulled out wasn't mine "Lighters turn us all into kleptomaniacs" she half-shouted over the Nina Simone, (her dress shirt turned before she did) i turned the lighter over in my hand a picture of a pencil ,something in italian i said "i've never seen this in my life" she said, eyeing the potted plant "but your hand has."
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May 23, 2012
May 23, 2012 at 11:08 AM UTC
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sitting in the cafe on the corner a woman in thin wire glasses asked me for a flame i reached to give her one but what i pulled out wasn't mine "Lighters turn us all into kleptomaniacs" she half-shouted over the Nina Simone, (her dress shirt turned before she did) i turned the lighter over in my hand a picture of a pencil ,something in italian i said "i've never seen this in my life" she said, eyeing the potted plant "but your hand has."
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May 23, 2012
May 23, 2012 at 11:08 AM UTC
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