I slept a bit longer than I wanted to,
did a little less than I thought I was capable of,
but I was capable of that,
even when I was not sober,
even when I was wandering through the Columbian Exposition,
and when we were talking about murder,
and things that constituted it,
but I was just dozing off,
here and there,
reviewing the taxidermy,
for good measure,
with good reason,
and in need of shut eye
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