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He felt awkward and vulnerable with his ass up in the air. And she was hovering over him on a swing, and he knew he could lose a few pounds.

We live in the Era of the Victim, he says. We’re unhappy until we get paid off. She opens the door. You’re still too small for me, she says.

Jim bends over and groans. He pulls on his pants, reaches for his shirt and looks at the bed. A shiver runs over him. I saw that, she says.

And when she showed him the nub of a pencil he felt shame and sighed and said, So it has come to this. And she said, At least one of us has.