Fatima Nacaytuna is talking to me about John Ashbury and I can't believe it. She even reads me some of his most complicated work. Amor looks on. I'm thinking, "These people don't know what they're talking about." I turn my back to them and go back to checking papers on my desk with the drawers that are falling apart. I don't understand why I returned to that awful hole.
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