Carefully, I stepped around them, maintaining rapt eye contact with the door. I am a character in a movie in which this is happening. I surveyed this mise-en-scène and thought, I am stone. The night after getting dumped, I came upon this scene on the front porch of my apartment: the newly ex-girlfriend and a curly-haired man, pressed against each other, smooching vigorously, arms exploring bodily geography, saliva gushing forth in great torrents, creating a rich marine ecosystem in which manatees and octopi could thrive.
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