I fall through a hole in the page to a savannah where flea-sized giraffes roam. Adele announces, “Spaghetti’s ready.” Stomach rumbling, Adele grumbling, I return, giraffe in tow, sew the page closed. Table’s unstable. Nothing a matchbook can’t solve. I rise. …
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