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aist。 Underneath she was wearing pale pink cotton underwear。 He could
just make out little white polka dots decorating them。
Forget the boat: for now all he wanted was to lie down next to her; hold her hand; and never let
go。
the truth es out 。 。 。 and so does d
?Male。 Ball。 Male; ball。 Male balls。?
Dan groaned and flopped over in the soft; once…white; now coffee…and…nicotine…stained sheets of
his bed。Male balls? Sweating profusely; he rocked his head from side to side。
?You awake in there?? Rufus Humphrey; Dan?s
boisterous…and…eccentric…editor…of…lesser…known…Beat…poets dad banged on the bedroom door
urgently。 ?Mail call! Mail call! Are you listening??
?Mail call!? Dan sat upright in bed。Mail call; you idiot; not male balls。 ?I?m awake;? he
announced; his voice cracking。
?Remind me to tell you about the early bird and the worm sometime!? Rufus stormed into Dan?s
bedroom purpose…fully; clad in a typically demented outfit: a pair of carpenter?s pants splattered
with the same dingy off…white paint that cov…ered the apartment?s walls?making them around
nineteen years old?and an officialBreakfast at Fred?s crew jacket he must have pilfered from a pile
of Vanessa?s dirty laundry。 It was unzipped; revealing a chest of furry gray hair。 He held a massive
cardboard box that someone had haphazardly sealed with twine; butcher paper; bubble wrap; and
two kinds of tape。The word FRAGILE was scrawled all over the box in five different languages。
Rufus dropped the package onto the bed。 ?You?ve got mail。?
?Jesus。? Dan picked up the ungainly box。 He could have tossed it into the air; it was so light。 ?It
doesn?t feel like there?s even a