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Tuesday, December 25, 2001

Ducks

Yesterday, we fed the ducks, brown and green and blue heads, absurd lips quacking, absurd feet slapping.

Now another duck, whose death was none of my doing, awaits us, beheaded and plucked and stuffed, immolated to the holiday, at the woman's mother's home.

The pub opens at four.

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