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Boyette held the cup with both hands at his chin, like a mouse nibbling on a morsel. If a simple question about coffee took a full ten seconds, then one about church attendance might require an hour. He sipped, licked his lips. ‘How long do you think it’ll be before I can see the reverend?’ he finally asked.
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‘Lot of bad stuff, Pastor. I can’t remember it all.’ He preferred to avoid eye contact. The rug below them kept his attention. Keith sipped his tea, watched the man carefully, and then noticed the tic. Every few seconds, his entire head dipped slightly to his left. It was a quick nod, followed by a more radical corrective jerk back into position.
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But he soon learned he could endure the confinement and the rituals. He wasn’t sure, though, if he could live without his family and friends. He missed his brothers and sisters and father, but the thought of being permanently separated from his mother was enough to make him weep. He cried for hours, always with his face down, in the dark, and very quietly.
[…]
I said nothing.
«I’m confused. Really confused. And it’s a lot deeper than you think. Deeper … darker … colder. But tell me something. How could you have slept with me that time? How could you have done such a thing? Why didn’t you just leave me alone?»
Now we were walking through the frightful silence of a pine forest.
The desiccated corpses of cicadas that had died at the end of summer
littered the surface of the path, crunching beneath our shoes. As if
searching for something we’d lost, Naoko and I continued slowly
along the path.
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En befolkning som steiker i sitt eget fett, som raver gatelangs med komfort-rusen som eneste drivkraft. Og vi skulle ikke forstå de narkomane? Vi er alle narkomane. Jeg så det jo selv, så døden dampe opp fra vintergatene. Det sprang meg i øynene som geværsalver.
Og likevel var jeg ikke enig med henne, bare overfladisk enig. Vi så det samme bildet, men vi tolket det forskjellig.
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Huff.

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