It rained that day. His woman was fucking phantoms in the shadows. Doorways opened into empty space five stories up. He was a ghost among real animals. His lover was rooting for the hyenas. She could barely see him. He embarrassed the
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The town was small. The museum was small, free, and uncrowded. He looked at the painting with the artist’s name faded to nothing. It stayed with him all that summer and the years that followed. A smiling girl with a sleeping dog.
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