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Wednesday, July 3
bar monologue
there’s nothing to say
at this bar—
well i’m just going to force it
it’s hard to pity someone
who’s doing such a good job of it themselves
i said once, about—
well, i realize now: myself.
do you (who? nobody would) remember—
never mind.
7/3/24
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