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By Jack Joseph Smith
mountains for a long time. You are skinny like a
hermit, or a fisherman,"
"Better stick to fishing," keeping with his
mouth being shaped to clowning.
"No, I am serious. You do, really you do."
"Sax Fifth Avenue."
"Sax Fifth Avenue?"
"I'm fit for the expansion of the universe."
"You have been mentioning that."
"I just got to keep those letters coming in."
"Your just being a goof."
"A goof?"
"You know I didn't say that."
"It's a small world, and I never gossip."
Intent, she said, "I think talk like "goof" is
weakness,"
He was quivering in his throat, and the close
force of her demanded his mind slowly outside of
time, back to a senseable calm.
"You look something like a shark, when you are
real," she continued.
"Thank you," he replied, feeling an astranged
beauty clinging to his mind like a new membrane.
All the while she felt careful with him; gave
grace to the lift of her hand, as if it were the