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If you see the porchlight on above my door tonight, up above the nightblooming jasmine and the sweet olive, glinting off the spiderweb filaments and the rusted wrought iron of the balcony rail, you'll know I'm awake inside, in the dark, waiting for you to come to me, so we can go out and get tangled in the gorgeous stinking guts of this city.

And if I can find a book of matches, I'm going to burn this hotel down.

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