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TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER

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05.27.05, friday night


Work: shutters groaning to keep the wind out of the attic of a creaky Victorian. Came home to Jimmy, bottles of wine, dark chocolate biscuits. We sorted photos he had just picked up from the developer's. In the photos of Jimmy, he looks like he's waiting for something to happen. Doesn't matter if the photo was taken under the umbrellas at a wedding, in the car at the port, or at Happy Family in Chinatown (the wall-length mirror blurry with the shadows of strangers while a frazzled woman attempts to calm her distraught child, the older sibling quietly studying the menu). Pensive blue eyes. The slightest frown. Determined mouth. Biding his time. Ever so anxious.




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