January 18th, 2008

Jan. 18th, 2008

  • 1:07 AM
He had had a habit throughout the twenty-seven years of making a narrow remark which, like a plumbers snake, could work its way through the ear down the throat, halfway to my heart. He would then disappear, leaving me choking with equipment. What I mean is, I sat down on the library steps and he went away.

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