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And
he
laughs
.
Everything
.
The
medical
waste
dump
sounds
like
hitting
bottom
.
One
hand
on
the
elevator
control
,
I
ask
Tyler
if
he
's
ready
.
The
scar
on
the
back
of
my
hand
is
swollen
red
and
glossy
as
a
pair
of
lips
in
the
exact
shape
of
Tyler
's
kiss
.
"
One
second
,
"
Tyler
says
.
The
tomato
soup
must
still
be
hot
because
the
crooked
thing
Tyler
tucks
back
in
his
pants
is
boiled
pink
as
a
jumbo
prawn
.
In
South
America
,
Land
of
Enchantment
,
we
could
be
wading
in
a
river
where
tiny
fish
will
swim
up
Tyler
's
urethra
.
The
fish
have
barbed
spines
that
flare
out
and
back
so
once
they
're
up
Tyler
,
the
fish
set
up
housekeeping
and
get
ready
to
lay
their
eggs
.
In
so
many
ways
,
how
we
spent
Saturday
night
could
be
worse
.
"
It
could
've
been
worse
,
"
Tyler
says
,
"
what
we
did
with
Marla
's
mother
.
"
I
say
,
shut
up
.
Tyler
says
,
the
French
government
could
've
taken
us
to
an
underground
complex
outside
of
Paris
where
not
even
surgeons
but
semiskilled
technicians
would
razor
our
eyelids
off
as
part
of
toxicity
testing
an
aerosol
tanning
spray
.
