Thursday, November 11, 2010

Dear spiral staircase,

We are reunited.  Today, after calling places, I noticed that the orchestra was not tuning and the audience was silent, so I ran up you to get back to the TelEx.  I banged me knee.  Real bad. 

I know that you are space efficient and whatever, but you suck in the dark. 


love,
hannah

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