story: The Eleventh Floor author: Charles Baxteryear: 1998where: Abu Dhabi, bedroom, sleepy note: father and son story (and story about mortality) a line: “Oh, I get it. You went up north looking for nature, and you found it, and you brought it back, and there it, I mean she, is. Overbite, straight hair, chapped hands, whopping tits, and all.”
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