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Sunday, 29 July 2001 | Sunday
I don't understand how it's Sunday, how another weekend slid by so quietly and carefully and that I am left merely with the vague summary my memory produces, like some four-minute video on MTV. When you're in the middle of it, it's rare that you take note of it. It's next week, next year already, and I keep looking backward rather than forward. |
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