All the way to the store she's laughing, saying how any word sounds like something alien if you repeat it enough. Stop and look at any collection of letters and after a while you'll think there's no way that you know what they mean. When we get there she goes off on bananas, then oranges, then all fruits in general. How it's amazing, here's this layer and we peel it back and throw it away and devour what's inside. So many foods are like that. So many things are like that, I say, and that gives her pause, right there in front of the organic papayas. And I could see a hundred million foodstuffs and shoes and relationships flash in and around her, her, struggling to stand with the sudden weight of an entire life thrust on her all at once. Chocolate, she said. I need chocolate.
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