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Throughout the evening he wanted to comment on her weak chin. Finally, after some wine, he found the courage and said, What else does it do?

She brings him some coffee and gets back under the sheets. He kisses her arm and takes a sip and makes a face. I said two creams, he says.

They sat still until the danger passed. They’d shared something momentous. She knew it. But not him. Because he was thinking with his penis.

He compares looking for love with the art of shopping and she says, This is why you’re alone and you own so many jeans. That hurts, he says.

He heard the sound of the world and it was fruitful and multiplied. He ran far from home. He found a beach. And buried his head in the sand.

The air reeked with the mustiness of nostalgia. I do not want this house, she said and turned to leave. He was torn then. And he let her go.