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An Orange Room

What a strange place

it was.

Orange afternoon walls

and creased curtains,

friends mimicking

friends and a

refrigerator full of

milk. I was

learning something new

each day, like

how to preclude pocket

chocolate from

melting,

oil a bike chain and

be a decent person,

all while making

minimum wage and

eating two yellow eggs

in the morning.

 
 
 

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