“But I still think of my old foster brothers and sisters. . He guided her hand to his crotch, which had already grown in size. She warmed to him fast, her anger was much harder to carry than the pleasant everyday neutrality of affection. Superstition—you knock into it whichever way you turn. She drank and drank until his body was a lifeless husk, as light as a mannequin, virtually hollow of all but the fluid in his bones.
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