With the sort of froideur you only find in people in glass booths or servants of minor European royalty, he told me to take a number.
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The museum of me
It was like the movers hadn’t packed me, they’d archived me.
With the sort of froideur you only find in people in glass booths or servants of minor European royalty, he told me to take a number.
It was like the movers hadn’t packed me, they’d archived me.