If you were a poet in need of rhymes, you had only to turn to a certain page. She came with such force that she feared he might be pushed out from 193 the contractions, which did not happen. She sat on the edge of her bed and looked about her, at her room, at the row of black-covered books and the pig’s skull. She ran through the backyards of Pinecrest subdivision, piano wire and a slim jim tucked into her pantyhose.
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