I stole your life today at the checkout in the gas station and I'm sorry. I bought a lighter because I miss them and told the cashier that it was for my brother. I don't have a brother. I told the cashier I was going to work as a secretary today, and tonight I was going to an art show. If you are a secretary who has a brother and is going to an art show tonight, I learned what it was like to be you today in that fleeting instant in front of the counter.
I wonder what you think your life is like.
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