You ever rub two balloons together?
That’s the noise Pauline Klaber made when she saw my foot, except like that noise coming through a bent trumpet.
There was a picture of me and Pauline on our mama’s laps when we was little, with these little toy plastic rings on our stuppy little fingers, like we was destined to get married when we grew up.
I burnt that picture.
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