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August 16, 2005

Michele: Into This World We're Thrown

The only time Brad goes outside is 4am, avoiding the ridicule of those who stare and point at the mute man with the crazy eyes.

This morning, there’s a woman in the road. She’s been thrown from her car, the wheels of which are skyward, spinning. The woman is conscious, totally aware that she’s slowly bleeding to death on a pile of dog-piss colored snow.

Brad focuses. In an instant he knows her favorite song, where she works, that she cries during sex.

He leans down, kisses the dying woman on the mouth.

Her pain is gone. She dies, peacefully.

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