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Chapter Fourteen 🏠

A drawing of asparagus.


I put him to bed when we got home and told him that everything would be all right, as if he were my child; that we would talk about it in the morning. He cried a little more, and then I rocked him and he fell asleep, more peacefully, probably, than he had in a long time. I knew I was going to have to carry that orgy around now and keep it quiet, and so I rocked myself for a while, too.

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