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I've had chocolate and tea everyday for lunch.
Isn’t that cool?
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I don’t write like I used to. I wrote a poem, the only poem I’ve ever been proud to have created— I felt like I gave the universe one good thing, a set of words that for one fleeting moment sounded like the stars. Then I realized it wasn’t good enough. I read it over and over again, and, suddenly, it lost its life. It was just another thing I had written, another grotesque...
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