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But what about the evenings you make scrambled eggs with seven random spices? The mornings you arrive at work with stupid stained fingers because you have been mixing rice and curry and force-feeding yourself. Can this man understand why you flip the television channels between Namaste America and Priscilla, Queen of the Desert ? As if nothing short of someone holding you can keep you from bouncing from thought to doubt to stupid analysis. You have spent only one night in bed with a stupid man. Ever. Someone you cruised at a volunteer meeting in support of a public library. You were both wearing random name tags. He had picked the name Keith. You invited Keith over. Keith followed you home down Santa Monica Boulevard. It was the night you came closest to being fucked. It was a Saturday night, the night you usually make a weekly call to your mother in India. But you didn’t call because Keith would awaken. Still, you missed your mother. Something about the library and books and the families and reading together, silently.
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