pg 48


May 16, 2010, 7:10 am
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walking alone down a quiet street you get in a fight when you try, and do, open the car door you’re not expecting to open. the owner of the car filled with many expensive appliances is outside and sees this but only really hears not sees the car door being shut again. fight. you explain by saying your dead mother would long ago, when she was not dead, play a game, the try car doors game, as a way to show you, teach you, instill in you really, that doors do open. and sometimes ones that aren’t yours. even though you were the one open them in the first place. you and her would count the rate of success, the ratio, keeping a tally on the kitchen door. updated from IIII when the page got too full to include a total number on the top and the current round of IIII‘s beneath. it went on until she died. you buried the final statistics with her.

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