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LE POULPE pt. 2

a story about a recurring jokeEmmitt begins his year in May. He lies in bed with his hands over his eyes. He will never wake up. One hour later, he feels his spidey sense tingle. I feel like a platypus, he thinks. Today he will ride his bicycle to the department store; I am going to celebrate the New Year, he will think. He will then, shyly, smile at the cashier and say, Happy New Year. It is May, and in this situation the cashier unknowingly has the most power; in exactly one and sixty-eight hundredths of a second the cashier will unconsciously decide from one of a handful of possible outcomes. Regardless, Emmitt will always frown at her. When he arrives at his apartmenta story about a recurring joke
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