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in forty-eight hours i will be most of the way to texas.
but god, / the distance, / unbearable as / a clean room.

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this morning d & m & i sat around trying to remember if this is the month we're supposed to write the checks to the new landlord. mr fair market value, mr mortgage, mr raise the rent. it will be nice to have a landlord who speaks english, though. jean-baptiste (mr current landlord, mr jolly haitian) barged in the other night with a friend & a ladder and began putting up smoke alarms in every room. he's trying to impress the fire marshal at the inspection today.

unfortunately mr new landlord runs a karate school in davis square. so i have a feeling if we demand use of the basement washer & dryer (my plan) or use of the backyard (d's plan) he might just go all black-belt on our collective ass.

we could just threaten to move out. fuck it. it's home, but just for once, one fucking time, i'd like to rent an apartment that isn't so shady. not a single place i've lived in boston has been 100% above the board.

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