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Rant: The Oral History of Buster CaseyCrushing my insides, smaller, until stars of light spun around in my eyes. In the blue silk sky. He said, "I've been watching your trash." I remember the long sleeves of the sweater, wrapped and twisted around me, tight as those coats that crazy people wear in movies so they can't move their arms. My, each of my fingers, tied a different way. From watching the trash, he said, "I know the hours and minutes since your last period." And he said how the baby I'd have, right now, would almost for sure be a boy. He would be a king, that boy. An emperor. A genius who would make me rich and exalted above all other women. And with my every breath out, he settled heavier on top of me, making my next breath more shallow, until I was only half awake. Neddy Nelson: Isn't that why the government pushed to port everybody? Because weren't too many people Party Crashing to mess with history? Irene Casey: The air smelled like clean water in a clear glass on a hot day. The ice smelled like nothing. The dirt, froze stiff. The river, froze solid. No wind ...» |
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