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Thought you should know I dropped from
my roof. Nothing broken but my huaca of
adventure. Also clay pots. Never climb to
great heights on pebbled gravel, friend. Too
beady. Too readily upset and told to turn
and tremble the kidneys, groin, heart, spleen
of my middle age. Took me forty-six years to
find a quicker way down my hip. No safer
bailiwick but the one my toes are facing. Got
a knot on my leg the size of my knee. Ice-
packs galore. Laughter in every uncle's
household in America. Phones ceaseless with
news of my great spill. Yet would I were
high up enough for agony again.
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