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His goal in life was to be an echo, the type of sound that floats around and then back down like a feather. But in the deep chrome canyons of the loudest Manhattans no one could hear him, or anything at all
the sort of day made for staying in, and laundry
the sort of day made for staying in, and laundry part 2.
