“She’s who he imagines calling first when he gets his letter from Princeton, the audience he pictures when he’s collecting all the important and also the stupid insignificant parts of his day to give to someone? When he imagines disasters happening, cancer or nuclear fallout or the Big One we’re supposed to get in California, at night when it’s quiet and he feels all the weight of his own life pressing in on him, she’s the lurch in his stomach and the hand he gropes around for in the dark?”
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