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And the cob is plump and yellow, it glistens on a shiny plate. And it strikes you: this is not real. You learned to eat corn from a roadside vendor. Standing in archives the shade of a bus stop the vendor dipped half a lime in chili and salt and smeared the corn. You picture the archives thin vendor, his shoulders hunched, the archives chili and salt caked under his nails. You couldn’t wait for the first bite to sting your weak gums. The grit wedged itself between your teeth. You enjoyed it. You tossed the naked cob at your friends. You kicked it around. At this point, the man explains that the friend in question has full-blown AIDS and that the least one can do for a dying friend is allow him to watch. You have no place for charity or two dicks. So the man ends up fucking you. You sit on the edge of the bed and squirm into your shoes. More importantly, you feel spooked by the widower’s mixed-up sympathies.
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