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I suppose you want
me to tell you what he looks like. It's hard for me to remember looking at him as a person whose body I didn't know, a person
I'd never seen without his clothes on. Thinking about his hair right now, what I'm focusing on is what his hair is like as
I'm looking down on it when his head's between my legs.
--Mary Gordon
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