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Hours later, they’re still plugging in
numbers, the average annual rainfall in Paris, the median length of supermarket lines, working through the night to calculate the rate of invisible decay, how many energy drinks must be consumed for the heart to regain feeling and for the slow economy to turn around, the speed at which I fall from the metal roof into her arms, the difference in velocity if I close my eyes or leave them open.
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