He was always forgetting that his tummy was fifty-four years old. 8 or 1. There are no funerals among the poor, only burials. In between naps she increasingly found herself gazing at him, his large nose, his eyes circled in silvery plum shadows, his thin lips parted as he slept baring a rim of perfect teeth.
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