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From "The First, at the Last"

04/28/2026 14:58h
All he undertook goes under, under the undergrowth he rose from fly-boy, lovely in his day. All his clothes — spruce suit & tie — are underclothes against ungrounded gray. All his studies understudy an unstudied play. Under the under of what I remember we are both twenty and except with each other underemployed.