Tuesday, Sept. 14, 2004 - 1:18 p.m.
Jane had a little bed-sit on the edge of the city that no-one else knew about. Sometimes she would tell a fib and spend the night there in her alone bed thinking alone thoughts. Almost hidden and almost quiet she would whisper little ideas to herself without anyone there to hear. Then on Friday she received a letter addressed to Jane at the Secret Bed-sit. She sighed momentarily at the loss of alone thoughts and whispered ideas and the pretence that anything was new.
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