Dec 13, 2001
I was awake to hear the newspaper being delivered. I don't think that's happened since those long magical nights during Present Laughter, when sleep always seemed a tawdry inconvenience compared to the stimulation of friends and would-be lovers. It's not that I haven't been up this late. It's just that I haven't had cause to notice the sound of the paper being dropped on my doorstep. Memories crop up for the unlikeliest of reasons.
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