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Tim Lantz |
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That's why I make translations with eyes closed, pretending everything's braille. Kate says my fingers are too coarse and asks me to enunciate. She spins records at 1 a.m. for boys who salivate and call her Mom. Her brother still makes polish for nails and floors, and his clientele includes strippers and housemothers, the basis for the curvature of my hands. |
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