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November 6, 2000

jen reads a poem about ripping an unfaithful lover's heart out I couldn't have asked for a better layover--dinner, shower, and a couple of hours spent with friends. Jen reads Haas aloud, a desperate poem about fidelity. Nate, Andy, and I smoke on the balcony. The red wine is tasty. Planes on approach to National 12 miles away look like flames hovering just to the left of the Washington Monument, by decree the tallest structure in DC. I overheard someone say the White House is in a bad neighborhood. Its very foundation and most of this neo-Greco/Roman city was built by slaves.