“He guessed at her name. Beth, Yvonne, Kendra, Lisa. He thought about her in the shower. He thought about the pearlescent shampoo in his palm being the glob of spit that launched from her mouth onto the concrete. He imagined how she would look folding his laundry. He imagined dancing with her to David Bowie, he imagined serious moonlight…”

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Love in the Time of Expectoration