On Saturday morning, Brautigan walked out of his apartment, gingerly made his way down the staircase, over which growing icicles hung perilously, walked out to the alley, stepped on a path of ice, slid sideways, remained upright, and, even as he was congratulating himself for his agility, both feet slid forward, pitching his body backward into a tailbon…
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