Jean-Claude wasn't kicking me out of his life, but I didn't like that he wouldn't look at me. Half sound and half light, something that began toglow from Benny’s eyes, and pulse with growing loudness, dim sonorities that grew more gigantic andbrighter as the light/sound increased in tempo. The scars didn't take away from the beauty of him nude. It was as if a door had slammed in my face and there was a second of blessed silence, a quietness that went all the way to my soul.
Ma petite? Jean-Claude made the word almost a question as if he wasn't a hundred percent sure he'd gotten me. When he awoke, he instinctively looked at the clock. I'd smelled the same hamburger smell as I walked through the house. I gave him a disgusted look.
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