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November 30, 2007Her arms widened like a mouth, her eyes as round as a trout’s. He wanted to go there, but feared what she might ask later.
Instead, he went somewhere to find himself a slice of pie, a slice that would never talk back, that would stick around for a known quantity of time, provide only the most expected amount of sweetness and softness before disappearing.
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