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I'd broken off with both of those guys because I was impatient with ordinary sunsets; I was sure that somewhere a grandiose carnival was going on in the sky and I was missing it. But still, it made me feel funny having those guys slip away like that. "I wonder," I said to my mother, "if I'll ever get married."

He was just huge, this guy. There he was, coming into the restaurant looking like… sports. He walked like… then I knew… basketball. Toes pointed slightly in, leg muscles too intense for city streets, like a Ferrari. His smile was straight out of an 8 x 10 glossy and I decided what the hell. Dimples, too.

the section w/ “terry finch” is my favorite thing of the year