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That summer you got a job picking hair off the soaps of the super rich.

You stole. A cupboard’s worth of crockery appeared, a pepper mill, six or seven coasters, a crystal goblet. You stole slowly from their fridges: Genoa salami, pickled sweet gherkins, provolone, shallots, cheddar, beef tomatoes, Romaine lettuce, mozzarella, pepperoni, a crusty loaf, sea salt, mild Plochman’s mustard.

One morning you were ready and you set the sandwich down in front of me. You stood there watching, as proud as a dog on a roof, as proud as the ground.

Crispin Best
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Richard Brautigan