Part 316.1 of a novel: A man said...

A man said things that weren’t clear. He said, “Okay, umbrella. Do you know why I have this umbrella? Yes, I was asking you, umbrella. So please answer me. Umbrella, why do I have this umbrella? I sure hope you don’t ask me why I am asking you because then I’ll just ask you why you asked me after I asked you. Please umbrella. Please answer me.” The man was no longer holding the umbrella. It had fallen from his hand. At one point it had been in his hand. Now it wasn’t. It fell down. It fell out of his hand and now it was down on the ground.

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