Heart Attacks
You know, when you call the hotel where you have a contract for a retreat, a block of rooms, and everything else in the city has been booked for at least three months, and they tell you that they can't find your contract, and then five minutes later they say, "Oh yes, here it is," that can't be good for your heart.
I am writing for myself and strangers. This is the only way that I can do it... Gertrude Stein
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