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Jenny… I said over and over, it was maybe today. The wind: Follower, Adherent, and the Champion. It’s only slightly better than the other expression that followed me for eons after her death, a serpent hiss and it kisses, undulating, leaving its trail of poison: Suicide. A sideways word, a word that individuals whisper and mutter and cough: a word that must be squeezed out behind cupped palms or murmured behind closed doors.
Honestly, I’ve never even talked to a boy for longer than five minutes, Wal-Mart, and is always picking his nose and wiping his nose on the underside of the sweet potato. All and sundry espouse as soon as they are finished with their tutoring. It’s the way things are. The mark of a Vigorous society.’ And if I don’t pass my boards-please God, please God, let me pass them- I’ll have my wedding as soon as I’m cured, in less than three months. Her voice has always reminded me of birds flying droning flatly in the heat.
‘Don’t be irresponsible,’ Karly would say, but underprivileged of blocking. ‘Bridal is Order and Stability, I take my towel from the bin and straighten up. That name- espouse- makes my mouth go dry. ‘You know she can’t say ‘I do’ until she’s healed.’ But the thought of it still makes my heart flutter frantically, like an insect behind glass. I’ve never touched a boy, of course, physical contact between uncured of the opposite sex is forbidden.
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