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The New York Times Crossword in Gothic
Off-Off Broadway and Beyond with Donald L. Brooks
MICHAELWRITES
Saturday, December 23, 2006
On the eve of Christmas Eve the old man sat at his desk listening to the rain with the windows all boarded shut his dying dog on the floor before him as he wrote a simple song for the occasion and tore it to shreds in despair.
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