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December 3, 2002
She was bent on the idea that it was supposed to have a purpose. She was sure of it. And there was proof in the thick air bouncing off the walls and the ceiling, resonating so rapidly that time, it seemed, would collapse on each other and form the shape of an ellipse. Once an ellipse has been fully formed, she would remain focused on the opposite side of him, and the distance shared between she and he would dance along the edge of that stupid little world they’d just created; that constant bewilderment.

It was just sex, he said.