I was looking at him like you'd gaze on a lover, but it was all tied up with food, and smell, and things that were so nonhuman that I was having trouble processing them. Slick, wet, suffocating, more real than any fear I'd ever felt. I fed it into you by accident. You've had girlfriends be jealous of you before, I said.
Everyone that is helping seems very much my present and future. He laid his cheek against the side of my face, but he didn't say anything. The dancers have fan clubs? The headliners do. I think I would have jerked away like you do when your skin brushes something so hot it will burn.
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