“Do you ever want to be fixed?” Farang asked.
Farang left with the sweater and the coin and the knowing that some fixes are acts of attention repeated enough times to become habit. He grew used to the small chime that sometimes escaped the ding dong—a practical punctuation—and grew used, too, to not needing it to tell him when to act. farang ding dong shirleyzip fixed
Farang looked down at his sweater cuff and touched the brass. “What did you do?” he asked. “Do you ever want to be fixed
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