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PUREWATER -- apologueonce upon a time there was a house with thirty-four bottles of bleach lined up underneath the bathroom sink.PUREWATER -- apologue
tiles white and walls washed over, the windows were blanked with newspaper rubbish-- a white jugged mosaic crossed with blue plastic labels dominating the walls of the tiny living room that a reclused boy and his cadaver of a sister called home.
he stocked them stoic, set them in line-- the forty-seven bottles under the kitchen sink proving three short for the week.
"one more hour today," he'd always say. "and then you'll be better tomorrow."
laid up and tied down by her very longliv
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