It came to me in the grocery aisle: ham and swiss on dark brown bread. So I made it happen, though dark brown bread from my grocery aisle is pretty much indistinguishable from white bread, and even though I spent a lot of money on that luxury mustard it was still just mustard. I ate my foil-wrapped sandwich in the eating-okay lobby of the library out at the Long Island campus, feeling vastly under-resourced but really really urban.
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