“I don’t want to fuck her good-bye,” he said. I understand if you have to fuck her to say good-bye.” But I understand if you have to fuck her.
“If you look to the left and right of my nose, you will observe my eyes, which I use for seeing. “I don’t know that a man can be asked to admit what he has never taken the trouble to hide. “Why won’t you just admit what you’re up to?” “I don’t know who you think you’re fooling.” “Margaret tells me you won’t be coming home this weekend,” his wife said. He pulled over and walked back and waited for a pause in the traffic and got the phone. He rolled down his window and he threw the phone out of the van. He struck the phone on the knob of the gearshift several times, hard, until its screen cracked, chikt. What would Jesus do, Jesus didn’t have a cell phone. There was nothing to stop him from throwing it out the window: his old life through a figurative window, his phone through an actual van window, everything. He crossed over the Ohio River into southern Indiana. But one evening after dinner his wife had become enraged and had said, When are you going to get a cell phone, and he had said, I thought maybe it would be simpler to have a tracking device installed in my cervical spine, and his wife had said, For Christ’s sake will you just grow up and get a cell phone already, and now he was no longer the kind of person who didn’t have a cell phone. For a long time he had been the kind of person who didn’t have a cell phone.
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