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she asks: “whatever happened to dancing to the radio, alone, in a state of undress?” she was fantastic for questions like that. never mind the half-moon plainly visible in the late-afternoon sky, the real light show was her brown eyes, constantly flickering children’s television shows of huggable puppets feeding the hungry. her smile slid a wriggling fish of hidden erotic passions past my belt, while some ridiculous ideas about peace and tranquility set up shop to sell their wares: glowing pl...

Bethany is passed out in her bed, oblivious to the party thriving in her house. Brian enters to tell her good-bye but when she continues sleeping, he chides her for crashing at one a.m., whispering stories to her dreaming ear: “Old Lady Bethany,” your friends will call you, “Old Lady Bethany, she just can’t handle her own brownies!” “Klunked out at one!” “What kind of druggie baker is she?” to which you will say to yourself, “Hey! I’m a damn good druggie baker!” but no one will believe you. s...