I know I said some terrible things in my premature attempts to describe this place where I live called Earth. It's too late to take them back. The damage is done, already. . .
But,
would you believe it if I told you?
In this city I used to call flying toilet of glass and steel,
the sewer in the sky that other people, the Foxes, called stinkiness. . .
- - - there I am
. . . right square in the middle of downtown Chicago,
again with Bean in the lobby of The Rookery.
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