YES, I'VE EATEN THE ICE
OK then, it was a choice. I took my
seat somewhere; all I know is it was
not a barber's chair, and I doffed my
hat. To the tune of six million. To
the tune of ivory tusks on some
African savannah. Plain Jane, ate
the eggs, and people are working
late into the night. The all-night
diners never close, at least while
I'm awake. Yes. I've eaten the ice.
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