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Nov 11
The synthetic feathers in my pillow turn into caterpillars; when
my uncle rises from the ashes and becomes a cop again; when
the neighbor who threatened to shoot me rises from the ashes
and gets arrested by the cops again; when women picket
Miami's largest ditch-digging company because
they have too few ditch-digging women.
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