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Number Nine

Riffing on a New Yorker Shouts & Murmurs piece by Paul Simms…

‘Honey, where’re the crackers?’

‘The pantry.’

‘Don’t see them…’

Bothered, muttering as pushing past him, reaching into the spherical opening in space that only she sees, withdrawing the yellow box, ‘Here, right in front of your nose.’

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