
excerpts from a boring man’s diary (#282)
Out front of a brownstone, on a sidewalk in a neighborhood in Brooklyn where people lived, as opposed to worked (or as opposed to lived and worked both), I passed a girl who wasn’t waving goodbye to the person that her mother was waving goodbye to.
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