"We’re moving pretty fast now. When you slide by it all, so fast, you think you won’t ever have to get bogged down in it again — the traffic, the neighborhoods, the stores, waiting in lines. We’re really speeding now. The ride is smooth. Pretty quiet. Just a little squeaking from some metal part in the car that’s jiggling. We’re all jiggling a little."
I can't think of a better way to celebrate this annually strangely bitter sweet morning than with a story by Lydia Davis, the contemporary of the strangely bitter sweet.
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Paige, as a fellow Wu-Tang member, I thought you might appreciate this:
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