Chrome Bumpers | S. Frederic Liss The sun reflecting off a chrome bumper discarded by the side of the road like the
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the newspaper boy once told melove is loud. scream three times each day, and someone will at least feed you: sugar-snap peas thrown, showeringlike
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To think there is such a thingas a good dayis to neglect the sun’s eternal indifferenceto the clouds and fogthat bottle it
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Our first date is at an Italian restaurant in the Upper East Side with fake brick walls. The waiter sits us down
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