he was delicious. i was not. i was skinny and ugly and neutral, or should that be neutered? he had a glow. i was beyond the pale. i couldn't look at him, my eyes failed him, along with everything else.

He spoke. my ears clouded. cacophony reigned. he paused, waiting for my answer. i shook my head in what i hoped was a decisive manner. i had no idea what he said. it didn't matter. nothing i did or said or responded would matter. i knew that.

he was still there. his shoes pointing accusingly at me. i wished he'd go. leave me to my life, my things, my periphery. i didn't need him or want him there.

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