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Because it is impossible to predict the trajectories of small torn paper scraps, I dip my hand low over the trash paper bin as I execute my release; however, even so, it is almost not enough: and two remnants of my utterances and/or grocery lists, fluttering powerfully against the bin’s sides, nearly effect their escape.

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