YOU'RE ON THE TIP
OF MY TONGUE
I feel that's something like John Updike would
say, or write - one of those fiery-sexed Maples
characters. It's like that all when nothing goes
my way. I'm spoiled, and angry too. My
bicycle fixation, in pieces on the ground :
one sprocket, a chain, and the rest of all
that goes with it.
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