: bad hair, bright light, harsh wind; “Sensei!” Yes. The boys put their fingers against their crotch, “We have guns!” Yes, we do. We have many guns, don’t we. Now, from the girls: “Question.” Yes. “Do you know Boy’s Love?” (written on a file) Is that a band or a group? “No. Not band. Homosexual.” Huh? “Do you know?” What a strange question to ask. “Sorry,” they say. No, well, I lived in San Francisco and there are many homosexuals there. “Really?!”; another mid-faint star traveling unevenly on the scrim of the sky; this time through the handle of the Big Dipper; can’t finish that movie.
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