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On Thursday, I had one of those comically drawn-out bureaucratic appointments, full of mishaps and broken machinery, at the post office on 27th Street. I had to leave twice, once to get cash from an ATM and once to make new, single-sided copies of my copies, and each time I was back at the window, another prop had appeared on the desk of my postal worke…
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