A funny thing happened on the way to the library.

Yesterday was not what most people would call a lovely day. The flinty sky bore down on our gentle exurb with an abstracted, impersonal menace. The low rolling clouds spat a fitful mist that gave the lumpen automobiles and townhouses a secret sheen, as if all of this would crack away at any moment to reveal the real world, the promised pleasant fantasy of my youth.

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