The big 10, so it is. Last time I was putting myself back together. My bones had come back, and I was finding my flesh. And boy, did I ever.

And there was a boy in it too.

And now, now, now?

I spent it wrapped up, sleeping on a cot in a tent down in Georgia, full of liquor and friendliness and The Boy, and a blended-blessing prize waiting for me when I got home, and a renewed conviction

of the penultimate question--

of what is to become of me.

I don't know, and I don't know if I care to know.

<<agé chose>>

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