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A Yoknapatapaw County of my room: what for a county is decades and centuries is for my room minutes, hours and days. The great interweaving of stories (how there had been a desk there but it was taken to the living room; how that bare stretch of carpet has always looked approximately like that and never had anything beside it or covering it) and romantic characters (the desk, the chair, the shirt that needs hanging up.)

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