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For 5 minutes on wednesday mornings, I let myself dwell on the past. For five minutes on wednesday mornings I think about problems I've already solved, resentments I've long ago assuaged; cigarettes I've already smoked. Sometimes I even allow a 'what if?' 5 minutes of frivolity, a sticky piece of candy, I juggle it in my hands until the warmth makes it melt, and then I eat it.