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Tuesday, 7 June 2011
I am Jeff Noon. I have asked my first-born son for lunch. He is eight foot six. He stoops when there is a roof and he stoops when there is no roof. He does this all the time.
I own no chairs. I am Jeff Noon: I do not need chairs. My son stands in a pit I have dug in the floor of my lounge. He comes up from the ground like a tree, yet he is a man and not a tree.
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