“I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds–but I think of you always in those intervals.”
— Salvador Plascencia, The People of Paper (McSweeney’s, 2005)
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“I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds–but I think of you always in those intervals.”
— Salvador Plascencia, The People of Paper (McSweeney’s, 2005)
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