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Skin Like A Cloak
Skin Like a Cloak “The truth is,” said the professor, “we wear our skin, each one of us, like a cloak. Some feel fervently that the color of the cover matters greatly; others see only history. “The...
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Bud is Bummin’ Bud’s buttressing his building, same as yesterday and forever. Paper cup kept jingling: The classic ask. I’m boy I’m embarrassingly I’m so damned late, I buzz by him without blinking;...
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