attics R usgoing up in the world, live in an attic,never thought singing cohen's partisan i'd end up un vieux homme dans un grenier; you are what your attic says you are, your shifting tastes, priorities; you shame yourself silly with the detritus of your dog days, turn the spot on all those woeful choices, highlight the cobwebbed corners of your indecisions, become like lear a foolish, fond old man.
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