WALDO SMITH PART 2
At home it was very quiet, for a number of days, like I should throw the I ching or something, which, perhaps is not to have told the story correctly. Bad breath or bad personality, none of my old friend were particularly enamored of me and I suddenly had no new friends. So I didn’t call. I just sat there in one of the charming chairs I’d found in the street, a New York perk as it were, they were charming. What to do? Leave town, back to school? Hide forever. Temptations of the temp.
At home it was very quiet, for a number of days, like I should throw the I ching or something, which, perhaps is not to have told the story correctly. Bad breath or bad personality, none of my old friend were particularly enamored of me and I suddenly had no new friends. So I didn’t call. I just sat there in one of the charming chairs I’d found in the street, a New York perk as it were, they were charming. What to do? Leave town, back to school? Hide forever. Temptations of the temp.
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