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“‘Well, if you want someone to run in the primary, I’m your man!’ he exclaimed. ‘A man with no proper sense of himself—a man with nothing inside, who could therefore be all things to all people. Ahahahaha.’ He was moved to laughter by his own eloquence, by what he felt to be the truth and the transformative power of what he was saying, to the one person who could get it.”
“This isn’t some soft, sad Subway sandwich. The bread has integrity and the filling is the consistency of the most robust tuna salad Susie has ever seen, rich from the ratio of mayo but counterbalanced by the crunch of blitzed banana peppers. It tastes like a late night snack and lazy lunch all wrapped into one.”
“I’ve seen too much writing lately that makes metaphors of hunger.”
“And all along, what happened to that thing we had originally wanted?”
“Words are like heartbeats: sooner or later, we will run out.”
“Normally to be standing wet and naked covered in someone’s shaved hair would be disgusting. And it was.”
“…your hunger became less interesting. Home had been there waiting, right inside of you.”
