The summer started in April, maybe on April 1st, the day of the Ann Rower reading at St. Mark’s Church. I asked a friend how his ex’s cat was doing, which maybe did not exude the right amount of sympathy, given everything else. His car was not doing well, was his answer. The cat was fine.
Some of us ended up at the Sly Fox, thinking everyone else would …
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