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Wednesday Part Three: Victory Lap

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So it came to pass that the pie met the only poet in Soho who cared not a bit about the results of the semi-final game. (Argentina beat the Netherlands to go on to play Germany). We met him at a certain bookstore. We found a park bench and talked about the melding of Maoist philosophy with Greenbergian theory, orthodontia, Melville and finally, I told him the story of Marius, the Danish giraffe.


And then there was one slice left for Whitney. But only after much tapping of glassware and many an emotional toast.





Written by etinnyo

July 11, 2014 at 6:44 pm

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