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I pick through my handful and give him my blues. Dino gives me his reds. When we kiss, our tongues turn purple.

This is a memory I cherish. I carry it with me like a pocketknife. I carry it with me like a postcard that I need to send but I don’t have any stamps.

I nodded, feeling unexpectedly protective of Baby, this silly girl I’d created, so earnest and fey. OK …

I have a memory of my mother, aimlessly driving, drumming her hands on the steering wheel. She wears her hair in a bun held in place by a pencil. She’s the only person I’ve ever met who does this. She’s picked me up late from school once again. At this point she’s stopped giving excuses for why. No…

I leaned in. How about something a little more private? We could go to the back …

He stared at me, his voice plain and clear. Why would I have ground beef, he said, when I can get rib eye at home?

I don’t know, I said. I tried to stay calm, though my stomach lurched. Maybe because you’re hung…

It wasn’t just that she was pretty, but how—hearty, blond, bountiful. Round-hipped in white blouses. She looked like amber waves of grain, like prize roses and all-you-can-eat. Her legs were an infrastructural feat, something you drive for miles to see. It was patriotic to want to fuck her. If she …