Anna Marks never left home until she died one day, very sad and all alone. The only things she ever had are the things she received from her long dead dad. He left her two glass eyes, one crooked cane, a leaky porch and a bladder the same. They say that her mother was grotesque and had little brains, but the little she had still felt grave shame.
She had nothing to do and nothing to place, just to order the minutes of each day that waits.
One day it arrived in a big blue van, and wheeled into the house it was installed by a man. That it continues to work leaves me perplexed, as does the thing that she has to say.
However it happened, whatever the case, Anna Marks emails me four times a day.
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