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Maybe a million. I think Adonis. Who is this ? Mike alias Al, Angel O ? Very naked and not really human. More like a front-yard stone-statue deer. As I remember, women-seemed to worship David. I didn't get-it. But then I should talk. I had tried to fall in love with a store-window manikin in D.C., or at least I looked for one to so-fall. In Athens in the cemeteries, the remains were put in little wall-vaults, and often a photograph of the dead person was affixed there. I looked-for a dead woman's picture to fall-in love. I was not-successful in either case, and some years later, what was that ? Edgar Allen Woe was love. Not the love of body, but of nebulous-neitherness. Maybe a spirit-goddess. The she-me of mind, and the be-me of body.

I would have given myself to her, to Miss Chicago. I had teenage fantasies about that growing-up, fifty-miles north, and where the older girls way-above me, not in my-league at all, moved for work. I would be a kept-man. She had expressed interest in me. Chicago was a long-way of-mind for me. This woman could have had-me. She-just had to take and make-me. She-had to come get-me. She-had to just get into my sleeping bag and send me down. Now - that we've got that straight, let the negotiations begin. Now I can bargain. Now I know the let-go-for price. That was my woman. But I was not her-man. I was not David - and so Epeck-saw. But I was. I'll give you David if you give me Ma'am. Fair's-fair. Why should I-be a half-show cripple ?

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