The tornado curled its funnel up, lifted its tip to his mouth, a perfect black circle. I saw the black circle too because I was with the tornado killer, I was inside his mind, he was spotting me in the school gym, he was watching me from the edge of Archie’s party, I was throwing a flower to him across the prairie, he was flooding my bedroom with flowers, we were finding each other in the clouds, I was taking care of him at Archie’s house, we were kissing in the quarry pool, we were dancing to records at Archie’s, we were jumping on the bed, we were laughing— We entered the black circle
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