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Wednesday |
| It was an easy move, really. The nice man(ager) at Marketime lent me two rusty carts when I'd only asked for one. We spent the day going up and down the elevator in shifts & took turns painting the kitchen. I was surprised to find my closetful of books fit into one little cart which made deep impressions on the steam-cleaned carpet. I thought I could hawk my wares like an icecream man in the streets of Fremont. "Alonso's Portable Bookshop!" I'd cry, the ink of rained-upon books running through the basket's wire. |
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