In a tall glass the rind of a Syrian orange was arranged in spiral form. It was obviously pitched well, hitting her head at a good thirtyfive miles per hour. No matter how often she came across this phase in love stories, there was never anything explanatory: as if all human beings perfectly understood. In between naps she increasingly found herself gazing at him, his large nose, his eyes circled in silvery plum shadows, his thin lips parted as he slept baring a rim of perfect teeth. G'night, kids.
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