![]() The way we live, there are cows outside our windows that belong to Abby Rockefeller. Richard said, “Are you going to eat all that?” I said, “It tastes like a crispy pretzel from Central Park,” and I could see I was missing my old life. The grease was soaking through the bag when I got outside. I bought a giant wheel of focaccia with salt and olives from a bakery. They are wondering why you were released.” I said, “Why was I released?” He said, “They couldn’t get anything useful from you about earthlings. The shoulder pads are out to Mars, and Richard said, “Everyone on Warren Street thinks you’ve been released from an alien abduction after thirty years. When we recited three things in the moment we loved, he said, “I’m glad we’re walking, although I’m against it.” I said, “Why are you against it?” He said, “It’s too cold.” It was during the Arctic cyclone, and I was wearing my down coat from the eighties. The next day on our walk, he wore the hoodie over a cap covering his ears. ![]() I said, “You’re getting a seven dwarfs thing happening with the hood.” He pulled it back a little, and it was perfect. Beauty is its own whatever.” One of the sweaters had a soft hoodie thing, and Richard liked walking around in the house in it. There were two he looked great in, and it made me so happy for someone to look good in clothes I said, “Buy both.” He said, “I don’t deserve them.” I said, “No one deserves anything. ![]() Richard said, “Let’s go to the Banana.” He wanted a cashmere sweater. The clothes in the store were made of fabrics that were “what is this?” and “no.” And there were mirrors, unlike in our house. Jail was preferable to feeling unknown to himself. The Cinnabons reminded me of the TV series Better Call Saul, which is set in part in a Cinnabon shop, and the way Saul Goodman was unable to resist pulling a con. The store was in a giant mall that smelled tragically of Cinnabons. The other day we went to Albany so I could return all eight items I had bought online from Athleta. Wikimedia Commons, Licensed under CCO 2.0.
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