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T should have died young and left a pretty corpse
but his ego would not allow that.
Then his heart, which had romanced him through
one hundred and one silk sheets, sent up flares.
But now, another friend means another lunch tab
as long as T does all the talking.
Every conversation is an audience of one
and every fifth story is about a pacemaker.
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Footnote
THE ANECDOTAL AGE: THE TALE OF T is the copyrighted property of LCSoL.
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