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HE SAID THAT THE STORY WAS NOT HIS. Whose was it, then? I never could ask, because he spoke it like a torrent. After a time I lost the words and heard only their sound and tumult.
It seemed like a dream narrative, spasmodic and flickering, yet a miracle of coloring, as though erotic beckoning were its only substance. I knew him well enough to find no relevance to his personality as it rocketed along. His was a dry soul, a limp leaf waiting for combustion.