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she took the bottle off me and said "i'm the man". she picked the lighter up off
the step, fit it in her closed fist against the neck. fingers a fulcrum, lighter
a lever, she pushed it with her free hand and popped off the lid. have you ever
read garden of eden? me and abbie read it once. the day she got her lip
pierced. i left her lying on her back in the tattoo chair and walked across the
road into a second-hand bookshop right up to the shelf and picked it up like it
was a dance routine i'd practiced. we'd been talking about it for days, about
wanting to read it. it was the only book of his they had. she dyed her hair
white too, bleach and lightening. that was about when it all started to fall
apart. it was never really that together, but that was when it went off the
rails. a few days later he came to the door of the big pink house. he was on the
lamb. they sat together talking in our kitchen. it was so dark in that front
room. nothing in it but a rocking chair. and me, i guess, rocking.