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Parallelism. Old friends revisted, again. Yesterday, I traded a boy in my cinema class a poem for an apple. Four years ago, I traded a boy in my existentialism class a picture of the Apollo 11 astronauts in a parade for a banana.
And this morning on the MBTA I listened as, right before my very eyes, a pilot broke up with his girlfriend on the telephone. He was upset, “Whatever, Amanda, I’m not playing these games! Every two minutes I have to check-in like a little baby. Sometimes LIFE doesn’t allow you to answer the phone. Just shut up about it, Amanda!” It went on for fifteen minutes. I wrote down as many excerpts as I could.
