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The Fever Monument

I walked across the park to the fever monument.

It was in the center of a glass square surrounded by red flowers and fountains.

The monument was in the shape of a sea horse and the plaque

We got hot and died.

Richard Brautigan

Richard Gary Brautigan (January 30, 1935 – ca. September 16, 1984) was an American novelist, poet, and short story writer. His work often clinic

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