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"
Tyler
!
"
"
Two
pair
of
black
socks
and
two
pair
of
plain
underwear
.
"
"
Tyler
!
"
And
I
hear
the
front
door
slam
shut
.
Marla
does
n't
wait
the
three
days
.
Most
days
,
after
work
,
I
come
home
and
make
a
peanut
butter
sandwich
.
When
I
come
home
,
one
space
monkey
is
reading
to
the
assembled
space
monkeys
who
sit
covering
the
whole
first
floor
.
"
You
are
not
a
beautiful
and
unique
snowflake
.
You
are
the
same
decaying
organic
matter
as
everyone
else
,
and
we
are
all
part
of
the
same
compost
pile
.
"
The
space
monkey
continues
,
"
Our
culture
has
made
us
all
the
same
.
No
one
is
truly
white
or
black
or
rich
,
anymore
.
We
all
want
the
same
.
Individually
,
we
are
nothing
.
"
The
reader
stops
when
I
walk
in
to
make
my
sandwich
,
and
all
the
space
monkeys
sit
silent
as
if
I
were
alone
.
I
say
,
do
n't
bother
.
I
've
already
read
it
.
I
typed
it
.
Even
my
boss
has
probably
read
it
.
We
're
all
just
a
big
bunch
of
crap
,
I
say
.
Go
ahead
.
Play
your
little
game
.
Do
n't
mind
me
.
