February 2012
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The man lay beside his buyer, staring into the leaky blue of a stranger’s eyes. His own were as pits. He had discarded himself on the floor, the rumpled pile a monument to defeatism, a shell split of itself. He was tender. “So, what exactly do you do?” His buyer asked, reaching to tuck a strand of hair behind the man’s ear. He closed his eyes – I am of stone – and smiled weakly. He heard himself...