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In the morning it was morning and I was still alive.Maybe I'll write a novel, I...
Author:
Charles Bukowski
Book:
Post Office
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In the morning it was morning and I was still alive.
Maybe I'll write a novel, I thought.
And then I did.
( Charles Bukowski )
[ Post Office ]
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