Carl

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“some men never die and some men never live”
— Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone At Times
That It Just Makes Sense
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are
sweeter
Carl had no idea anything special was
occurring; admittedly, he saw life as what it mostly
comprised of: things, mostly imperceptible things,
up to the Friday. These things were very much all
orchestrated by work, especially since the new job
and had been so for so long. Jamela knew this, but
in hindsight he wondered, he really did. She was,
most nights, consumed one way or another—the
second burglary since they married did not help
or manifest anything but unsettled deliberations
of world affairs and their effect on the world at
large, — “I can only imagine the terrorists waiting
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