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“I’ve been so lonely,” Milo sighed “I hate it here Can’t we go home?”

“Yes, of course To to her The sailor pulled at her frus away, pulling his sex frolue She htened, half-asleep yet

“It’s so strange,” he gasped as he thrust aardly into her, with all the grace of an elephant falling upon a hapless antelope “I was in the desert just asmelled like oil and sand There were

men on a raft; they shot at us, and all around thereen, phosphorescent with spilled fuel and algae It glowed, and the men’s faces were so hollow”

Milo began to cry silently Her body lurched with his motion

“We shot back, we had to I pulled their bodies out of the gloater” He started to laugh roughly, pushing faster against her “And it was so weird, their skin just came off in , with nothing inside, and all we pulled out was skin and blood, no men at all”

“Don’t laugh, it scares me,” whispered Milo

Her husband put his hands against her ears as if to blot out the sound of his laughter, which spiraled up and higher and further and faster, until water ca into her, the salt-sea scouring her, shells and fish and sand and blood splashing out of him, into her ears, into her wohed—he pushed the sea through her, and her lips becaers left purple anemones on her ribs

“Aren’t you happy I’m back? Why don’t you kiss me? Don’t you love me?”

And he kissed her, over and over, wet, salty smacks in the dark, and above the sound of the, huddled like discarded furniture against the concrete wall

YOU CAN’T LOVE MEAT

The drea for someone to serve him tea Milo lay broken by hi from her mouth

“Your naht well know its father “Is my name Lieutenant?”

“No” I walked out of the shadow of the American television stand and sat on my haunches next to him “Your name is Gabriel Salas, but you’re not him, not really”