hmhmm

The next day we declared ourselves married and for our wedding night he went to the supermarket and bought ten bags of flour. Pouring it on my bedroom floor, my robber made a foot-deep flour sandbox. It was going to be a pain to vacuum but I loved the clean way it rolled off our skin and how I squeaked on the grains and when we kissed it tasted like morning.

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One important thing was not to forget what he hoped to achieve in life. Another important thing was not to confuse a romantic picture of himself--as a doctor in Africa, for example--with a real possibility. And he tried not to lose sight of the act that he was an adult in an adult world. with responsibilities. This was not easy: he would find himself sitting in the sun cutting paper stars for a Christmas tree at the very moment other men were working to support large families or representing their countries in foreign places. When in moments of difficult truth-seeking he saw this incongruity, he felt sick that he should be saddled with himself, as though he were his own unwanted guest.