Drop City

by T. Coraghessan Boyle

the sun quavering in the trees like some novelty item from Japan. The

He lay there contemplating her a minute, letting his heart climb back down from the ledge he’d left it on, feeling as if he’d been assembled from odd scraps during the night. His head throbbed. His stomach made a fist and relaxed it. He needed to find some toilet paper, fast.

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