This memory I'm going to describe was a combination of weird, vaguely unpleasant, and fascinating. One day at the end of the school year near the beginning of summer, I'm sitting in the college library way up high on the 5th floor at a window seat. It's quiet (as a library should be) and I'm reading. Then I hear the metallic sounds of someone slowly unchaining a bicycle way down below outside on ground level. Presently, whoever it is starts singing "Oh Darling" -- very slow cadence, and very deep baritone. After a line or two, I could have sworn ...
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