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When we kissed, perhaps because we had so many teeth, it was exactly like two birdcages touching together.
“Every time I’m in a room with your father, I feel like I’m supposed to be sketching his thighs.”
She begins sneezing without interruption every night at midnight, like a werewolf that’s allergic to its own fur.
To be visible, at last, in words she has chosen.
This is the worst story I’ve ever heard. This is worse than Ethan Frome.
This is a Catholic’s worst nightmare: souls all over the bed.
Currently he is obsessed with the Transformers
movies, because the greatest Transformer of all . . . is Jesus Christ.
If you are not friends with women, they are theoretical to you.
