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aleph-beth soup

Hair keeps growing on my face. I'm losing the impetus to stop it. If I went to Guatemala with hair on my face, would I look less obviously American? The sun has gone away to hide, and I refuse to go turn orange in a tanning booth, so my options are few.

Mr. Lethem comes to Powell's on Tuesday, and David Foster Wallace got to set theory before I did. "It's all right," my mom would say, "he's priming the public for you."

 

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