I left a party in Union Square late last night and walked home. As I was coming up Summer St. a very thin woman wearing pajamas came out of her house, walked down the stairs to her small lawn, picked a piece of clover, ate it, and then went back inside.
Maybe she was taking ambien.
http://www.newyorker.com/archive/2006/07/31/060731sh_shouts
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