Month: June 2012

Eight circles out

Mary’s mom told her, years ago, that when you can’t please anyone, you should just do what you want. It took me a while to realize how freaking genius that advice is. It’s right up there with Mary’s advice: If you don’t know what to do, don’t do anything. We’re a flailing society. We thrash …

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“What did you think,” the kid asks me, “when you first set eyes on Mary?” Collarbones. I thought about collarbones. I thought about her sweater, off one shoulder. The way her mascara made her look wild. I thought about milk. Her skin like manna. Looked like cream. I felt a yank beneath my sternum. I …

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