Dale McConkey

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I shuffled up to her to talk, but kept looking at my feet. I knew that if I looked into her eyes I would forget what I was talking about, so I only looked at her in brief takes, the way a man will glance up at the sun on a sweltering day to confirm the source of the heat.
Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal
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