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2024-04-12
favorite ghosts


A bouquet of dying flowers to the overcast steakhouse. The motel smells like empty vending machines and old, wet carpet. A traveling real estate salesman paid good money for a hooker that will never arrive. Low-energy marching bands and the smell of chemicals. Page through obsolete textbooks and the funeral procession of Saturdays. All your favorite ghosts have retreated overseas and have forgotten all about you.


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