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He may be my half brother, but we're not related. A chasm of incommunicable worlds lies between us.

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Memory chooses to preserve what desire cannot hope to sustain.

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Sex, like art, can unsettle a soul, can grind a heart in a mortar. Sex, like literature, can sneak the other within one's wall, even if for only a mom...more

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I was always alone, Doc, solitary whether I wished to be or not, ever since I could remember I wished to be lost in another, thought that somehow I co...more