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Unfinished Business Rebecca doesn't care about California anymore. Living in London has focused her anger toward important things like when The House of Lords granted amnesty to Pinochet. Now, she eats fish and chips out of stained newspapers. In her hand, royalty and edicts crumple, become soiled with vinegar and oil. I bet she reads Punch and laughs even if she doesn't quite get it. She has a two-room, walk-up flat says she is beginning to think in metrics last week she wrote colour and honour in the same line so I think she is faking it a little. Rebecca hates rain. She was the only one of us who never complained about summer. She always had sudden urges For refried beans and rice. I wish she were here so that I could tell her in person That this cloudless morning her cactus bloomed Magenta and wild |
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