I shook myself; I was dreaming. As I went to bed the words of the eighth-grade class's teacher, when the class got to Evangeline, kept echoing in my ears: "We're coming to a long poem now, boys and girls. Now don't be babies and start counting the pages.” I lay there like a baby, counting the pages over and over, counting the pages.
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Matt Taibbi
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