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On the weekend, Rachelle, Jones and I went to the Palmerston Mayfair.
A new morning.
Jones wakes up early from a nightmare.
These are the text messages I received from my wife Rachelle the other day:
It was early, maybe eight in the morning, already a deep, blue day.
The other day I was in a cab heading east on Bloor Street.
A week or so ago Rachelle and I had a garage sale.
The other day my book A Van Full of Girls
On Wednesday nights when Rachelle’s playing hockey, I often go to a bar for a couple of hours.
