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Come May. Come what may. The most significant thing today first Monday in May my wife six months pregnant with twins says she’s scared what we’re getting ourselves into. Like the time I moved into an apartment uptown I mean way uptown, Bronx uptown, uptown where I’d never been bomba echoing in the airshaft painted the walls banana yellow and moved out the next day. Lost the deposit. A few months later moved back to the same neighborhood, stayed a decade. I’m not—scared, that is—but they’re not kicking my insides out, either.
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Sep 13, 2022
Sep 13, 2022 at 7:24 AM UTC
Come What May
Come May. Come what may. The most significant thing today first Monday in May my wife six months pregnant with twins says she’s scared what we’re getting ourselves into. Like the time I moved into an apartment uptown I mean way uptown, Bronx uptown, uptown where I’d never been bomba echoing in the airshaft painted the walls banana yellow and moved out the next day. Lost the deposit. A few months later moved back to the same neighborhood, stayed a decade. I’m not—scared, that is—but they’re not kicking my insides out, either.
robert-ronnow
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Sep 13, 2022
Sep 13, 2022 at 7:24 AM UTC
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