It was late November or early December. I can’t quite remember, now. And it seemed nobody noticed when the snow was on the ground. In number 12 he comes again, takes me open-eyed like a friend. Was it late November, we step beyond, or early December? And I go on and on. I just can’t quite remember. And the snow lay all around, and on and on and on. Was it late November, I die before his insistent mouth calls at my door or early December? Late November? Try again. I can’t quite remember. Try again. The snow lay on the ground, try again, in late November. Try again.
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