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She was bald and he asked, Fashion or ill health, and then he made a disparaging comment. But it was illness, alas, and he remained the boor.

She talked. And talked. Don’t make me start smoking again, he thought to himself. She said, So I did it. He stood up, and went to the store.

The noises wake him and he says, What’s that? but she’s not in the tent and his fear rises and he whimpers and she says, Grow up I’m peeing.

He could barely move in the pants. The sky opened up and it rained blood. Unnaturally tight, she said triumphantly and he lay down and died.

The flight was delayed. And he ordered another drink and the bartender said something about silver linings and he took off his wedding ring.

He was hit by a car. The nurse said, More like grazed. He showed her the extensive bruising but knew he was not hurt enough to win her love.

I’m not lost. I am many things. But I’m not lost. I am temporarily displaced. I’m hungry. I’m angry. I’m alone once again. But I’m not lost.

The musty-aquatic smell of wet leaves. That’s a nice autumn smell, she says. In nature, she says emphatically. And he puts his pants back on.