“That girl got a guitar at her grandpa’s funeral,” Jimmy was sayin’.
I didn’t know much but it seemed a strange thing. To get a guitar at a funeral. For making music? And, at a funeral. I never touched one, let alone play it but they’s for people who got something to… I don’t know, just something I don’t get.
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I tore a corner off the page I was reading.
Just the tip of the page crumpled. I placed it in my mouth absent mindedly while I read. I have read like this my entire life and the pages show it. I don’t have dog eared books. There are not many ears left to bend in the books I have reread, which are many.
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“Well, I smell the cigarettes on you,” the doctor said.
“You do?” I said.
“I do,” the doctor said.
“What about it?” I said.
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