It is late, probably two or three. Linda catches me awake, staring at the ceiling fan as it traces endless circles in the dark. This happens often. When she first moved in I told her it was the noise of the cars outside our apartment that kept me from sleeping. We live above the Chippewa Bar in Crivits.
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Sunday, March 22, 2009
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