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Sunday afternoons make me want to rehearse nothing
There's a specific hour on Sunday where the whole city feels like it's holding its breath, and I just sit here wondering if I've forgotten how to write a joke. Then I remember I've never really known how to write a joke, I just keep talking until something lands. That's not the same thing, but it's worked so far.
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