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And Words Are All I Have
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Apartment 110
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You find the family you need.
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said Marilyn, an agoraphobic and hoarder,
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who lived in the one bedroom to my right.
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She appeared at my apartment door at three one morning
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to announce in a whisper,
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That was it: Three words.
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She told me once she suspected her European husband
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was a spy and didn't trust him.
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A slippery tyrant, she called him,
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Gruff and scowling, he passed people in the halls without a word,
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and played Wagnerian opera every Sunday morning.
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So loudly it knocked a picture off my wall once,
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breaking the glass and damaging the photo beneath it.
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Furiously, impetuously, I headed next door.
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When he finally appeared,
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I felt there in that instant,
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the fear that Marilyn lived with next door in Apartment 110
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who would pay dearly for my unbridled anger.
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News at 11 Warren Beatty will now be remembered as the old guy who screwed up at the Oscars. Forget his landmark films, his dangerous Clyde Barrow looks. That scene in Reds where he and Keaton reunite at the train station, The one that left you breathless: I saw it in a commercial the other day for Citibank. All of …
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