pulls out an orange piece and holds it up between his thumb and forefinger. “Oh, like this?” “Yes, like that.” He tosses it up in the air, leans his head back, centers himself, and catches the candy in his waiting mouth like an overgrown child playing with his food. He stares at me as he chews a few times and nods. “Oh yeah. The orange ones are good.” For a moment, I watch his throat work as he swallows. I swallow, too. Then I mouth dick in his direction, and all it does is make him throw his head back and laugh. The most full, carefree laugh I’ve ever heard. In a world that’s so manufactured,
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