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Gift Cards and Gasoline

I had a suitcase with me and it hampered my movements, for I belong to the class of people who hate carrying anything. –Vladimir. Nabokov. Despair.

An author’s fondest dream is to turn the reader into a spectator. -Vladimir Nabokov. Despair.

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