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Incidents and Accidents in the life of a writer named Alan
VIOLET LOST
"I'm lost." I was lying on the floor of my apartment looking up at the ceiling.
"Who isn't, darling." Violet said.
"What are you doing?"
"Opening a bottle of Jack Daniels with your menorah."
"I'm still lost."
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