thirty seven;

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Here I was, drowning

in the depths of my thoughts.

Listening to the moans of

white collar associates and

nonsensical talk of a

mbitions that weren't even mine.

The july dinner plates had dollar bills

and 800s on them,

not pasta and greens.

I never ate.

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