then the cockroach says to the composer

I'm in line — a very long line — at Trader Joe’s tonight, so of course I pull out the wonderphone and start to read. The app opens to where I left off in Insect Dreams, with Gregor literally talking Charles Ives down off a ledge. I’m thinking to myself “I’m really more in the mood for Walden at the moment,” but I only have a few minutes anyway, right? So I turn the page:

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I’m telling you, you can't make this shit up. Books have a way of colliding.