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Saturday, May 25, 2002

Bat

The woman came home to find me in bed with Queen Elizabeth last night and told me to get up quickly because we had a friend outside. For ten minutes we stood in the dark on the step, she still dressed to teach English, I in my bare feet, while a small bat whirled through the space between our communist-era pile of concrete and the identical one next-door. By the time I was brought the head of the Earl of Essex, our friend must have visited silent death on a nightful of things that sting. By the time I finished my tea and rolled over to sleep, she may have been hanging herself up on her hooks for the night.

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