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The sound of cicadas through a screen door, July 1998. You're lying on the carpet watching sunlight split into rainbow fragments through a glass of water on the windowsill. Someone is making tuna salad in the kitchen - you can hear the fork scraping against the bowl, the metallic rhythm of mixing. The phone rings twice and stops, the signal between two people who know each other too well to need a third ring. You smell warm plastic from an overheating Nintendo console. None of this belongs to you. Or maybe all of it does. The memory costs $4.99 per download or is included with your Premium Archive subscription. Would you like to enhance this memory with summer rain sounds? (add $0.99) value-priced. deep-discounted. forever on sale. since forever. widows silhouettes brows arched rectangles of fleeting snapshots folded and desaturated like torched-colored photographs dirty and creased like newspaper clippings from misreported crimes flickering battery-operated fireplaces or television screens disinfected by the ghost of Heathers (anonymous gif B A) Summer rain sounds! the salesman cried. Bought a rain-generator from an ad in the back of the Volcano July 1999. With it, you could create local showers to facilitate swimming and later drinkings around the clock. But the generator malfunctions from the onset, spits out sheets upon sheets of dramatic conflict as originally intended, but categorically disadvantaged (they will later claim category mismanagement 7 28 2011) . You wake the next day to every inch of the house wrapped in invisible plastic layered for months by a deluge so persistent it accommodates your existence as ambient warm air. I'm sorry, the owner of the company tells you when you get his voicemail. He's willing to settle for anywhere in the range of one to fourteen percent of what it would have cost◆ About the ending
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