I've got the Bora in my head for days. Oh well I have the flu, but I have it inside the Bora and is hissing over a hundred miles an hour from the stomach to the brain, as if I had not in organs and veins and arteries, but a wind tunnel. And me? I've got to be there standing in perfect balance, with an umbrella in hand, and a sheet of paper in the other, careful not to fly away.
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