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This morning, ding dong. Gückman gets the door, he's expecting someone, Turkish, boring I don't understand so I lazily click through the Dirty Words Turkish dictionary, am distantly aware of them hauling the (kaputt) computer chair out the front, then there's a light like a camera flash and the two men, workmen, blue collar laborers, have their tools out and no gear on and are welding the broken bits back together (Weldıng ıs a fabrıcatıon or sculptural process that joıns materıals, usually metals or thermoplastıcs, by causıng coalescence.) little metal sparks are birthed and buried in the stormy gray graveyard fabric, and the men stand in our doorway like it's their business, but I suppose it is, and they ask us for a cup of water and exchange the para, money, and are off into the sloping cobblestone street.
- The sweetest of the sweets:
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