The Chimney Sweep Always Rings Once
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He came unconsciously unexpected and unsurprised. The notice was hanging in the hallway downstairs. Mary didn’t bother to read it, since she only rented the apartment for a week, but she did bother to open the door. She thought it was the woman she had spoken to on the phone the night she arrived, stunned by the duplicated door number.
He stood in his black boots on the bathroom rug where she stood barefoot every day after a shower. He looked at the fan of dust, commenting on her cloudy face with uncomfortable mental fluff.
Soot sneaked startingly.
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Mescaline Brisset
if it doesn't come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don't do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don't do it.
so you want to be a writer? – Charles Bukowski
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