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Month 3.12

“Fame is a form of incomprehension, perhaps the worst” —Jorge Luis Borges— Wendt flicked his cigarette end into the gutter before stepping off the curb.  That saved him.  He’d made a right from Geary heading to Balboa through the neighborhood.  … Continue reading

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