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[In Monopoly Town]
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Voting takes place next Tuesday. In the city where I live, there are no Democrats or Republicans. We have the Progressive Party and the Independent Party, and a few individuals running "independently." There are green, orange, and yellow signs in yards, and today the Progressive Party had a parade. Cars with orange signs, honking horns, and police escorts. Neighbors came out on their front porches and waved at friends, fellow parishioners, their softball team members, their kids' friends' parents. If they had only been throwing candy.
Speaking of candy, please, someone take away the mini-chocolate bars leftover from All Hallows Eve. I had over a hundred trick-o-treaters, not enough to finish off the last bag. It's sitting on the kitchen counter. I am a sucker for dark chocolate.
Somehow, my mother and I managed to spend two-hundred dollars on towels. Okay, so I bought a mildew-resistant shower curtain, too. Fucking towels. My mom washed mine for me, and, like all the laundry she does for me, they were folded, fluffed, and fresh as a spring day. I felt like I was in a commercial for Gain or Downy. I'm convinced that my mom sends her laundry to an elderly Chinese lady. Or that she has one living in the basement or, perhaps, in my old bedroom. |
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