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Staring out the kitchen window while waiting for the kettle to boil, L thought of a spring evening on a rooftop drinking beer. It heightened his anxiety. He wanted to play his dusty guitar, sing in French, or draw obscene pictures with his toe in the sand of a warm beach. Outside, everything looked grey and the forecast predicted snow. L. opened a rarely used drawer filled with assorted items. Hammer, batteries, pencils, a bag of confetti. Casually, L. opened the bag and emptied the contents all over the faded yellow of the linoleum floor. The kettle began to whistle. (sb)

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