She directed him to an old part of the highway, a featureless stretch of old farmhouses capped in snow, with the occasional working silo. She wanted to cry out upon herself for the uttermost fool in existence. It had gone with the rest. The man was my husband. “And you?” “Same thing. She let out a wail. They got in my mouth. “You see, daddy, I don’t think it IS preposterous. We two just love each other—the real, identical other—all the time. She heard his voice screaming her name into the twilight as she fled, his cries trailing like banners, weaving through the breeze that had begun to gently stir the dew on the ground.
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