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Breathing is no longer necessary.
Don’t stop reading Kafka, she said.
She squinted involuntarily, wondering what the room would look like with fresh paint, new flooring.
His head is full of paintings.
Laura? Pick up the phone. I know you’re there.
From the bridge in view of the house I threw every gift you gave me.
Then he said, close to her ear, “So—would you like to spend the night with a future rock star?”
You’re going to want to spy on that baby.
Tell me what you see in your mind’s eye.
What were you thinking about so hard?
I just hung up from talking to Dad and something’s not right.
How can I start an uprising when I don’t have any space?
Grace no longer fought Peter’s move to Taiwan. Peter no longer asked her to join him.
Colors are moods, and the moods are colors.
You don’t want this kid turning 14 like this.
He just wished she’d been more careful.
I am only 26. Perhaps I shall succeed in doing something.
She don’t know I’m alive, but she gone—she gone know.
The cabin hardly felt remote any more. It was harder to hide.
I asked why my dad had left me.
Sky blue, more beautiful than any memory of morning he can recall.
Do you have something to hide? I say, yes I do, my income sir.