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“We never talked about the nights, because he was ashamed of the nights. I learned to seek out the tickles. I learned to position myself in such a way that his coming and going rubbed me where it set me aflame. I could scarcely manage to abide the pleasure in silence. To grind my teeth together hard when the wolf-fart puffball exploded inside me.” A Catalan to English translation issue? Doubtful. Sola is bizarre.