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Fragmentary fiction
Mar. 22nd, 2003 01:21 pmBits of this came to me as I walked home from the train last night; I don't know why. Here's a rough draft. It seems like the opening vignette in a longer piece, like the part before the opening credits and the first commercial.
You can probably look at this and name two or three authors right away that I like to read. So it goes.
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Gerald's last day at work had not been a particularly good one. It had been, in fact, particularly bad, and not even knowing (had he known, for we want to state at the outset that he did not know) that it was to be his last day at work would have made it any more bearable, because of why.
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You can probably look at this and name two or three authors right away that I like to read. So it goes.
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Gerald's last day at work had not been a particularly good one. It had been, in fact, particularly bad, and not even knowing (had he known, for we want to state at the outset that he did not know) that it was to be his last day at work would have made it any more bearable, because of why.
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