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She stares at her naked body in the mirror. She should be satisfied, having discovered nothing wrong. But instead, she feels empty. She knows how other women talk about their bodies with a painful degree of focus. She’s heard them cry about aging as though it were a thief that came in the night and…

When they reach the dollhouse, the man lifts their boards onto a rack in the yard, while the woman stares at the ocean. Mitty feels gluttonous, getting to look at her without restraint. Her posture, pulled tight. The way she gathers her hair to twist it up and away from her neck in one seamless mot…

She can hardly remember her life before Sebastian, or what it was like to exist without him as a fact of who she is. There is only one small difference between then and now that becomes clear whenever she lets herself fold into the past, something that has since gone away. The morning after that fi…

He noticed things about her that seemed trivial; then he explained why they were actually useful. The fact that her ability to taste the dash of cinnamon in her drink meant she had an advanced palate. That, based on their wrestling match on his glossy concrete floor, her strength-to-weight ratio me…

He made her a Negroni and sprinkled orange wedges with sugar. He opened all the windows and they sat on the floor, where he grew wistful as he described how the city used to feel invigorating and chaotic and full of potential. He told her about wanting to leave for somewhere smaller, somewhere stuc…