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In
the
morning
Debra
asked
me
to
stay
and
wait
for
her
to
get
home
from
work
.
She
promised
to
cook
a
nice
dinner
.
"
All
right
,
"
I
said
.
I
tried
to
sleep
after
she
left
but
I
couldn
’
t
.
I
was
wondering
about
Thanksgiving
,
how
I
was
going
to
tell
her
that
I
couldn
’
t
be
there
.
It
bothered
me
.
I
got
up
and
walked
the
floors
.
I
took
a
bath
.
Nothing
helped
.
Maybe
Iris
would
change
her
mind
,
maybe
her
plane
would
crash
.
I
could
phone
Debra
Thanksgiving
morning
to
tell
her
I
was
coming
after
all
.
I
walked
about
feeling
worse
and
worse
.
Perhaps
it
was
because
I
had
stayed
over
instead
of
going
home
.
It
was
like
prolonging
the
agony
.
What
kind
of
shit
was
I
?
I
could
certainly
play
some
nasty
,
unreal
games
.
What
was
my
motive
?
Was
I
trying
to
get
even
for
something
?
Could
I
keep
on
telling
myself
that
it
was
merely
a
matter
of
research
,
a
simple
study
of
the
female
?
I
was
simply
letting
things
happen
without
thinking
about
them
.
I
wasn
’
t
considering
anything
but
my
own
selfish
,
cheap
pleasure
.
I
was
like
a
spoiled
high
school
kid
.
I
was
worse
than
any
whore
;
a
whore
took
your
money
and
nothing
more
.
I
tinkered
with
lives
and
souls
as
if
they
were
my
playthings
.
How
could
I
call
myself
a
man
?
How
could
I
write
poems
?
What
did
I
consist
of
?
I
was
a
bush
-
league
de
Sade
,
without
his
intellect
.
A
murderer
was
more
straightforward
and
honest
than
I
was
.
Or
a
rapist
.
I
didn
’
t
want
my
soul
played
with
,
mocked
,
pissed
on
;
I
knew
that
much
at
any
rate
.
I
was
truly
no
good
.
I
could
feel
it
as
I
walked
up
and
down
on
the
rug
.
No
good
.
The
worst
part
of
it
was
that
I
passed
myself
off
for
exactly
what
I
wasn
’
t
-
a
good
man
.
I
was
able
to
enter
people
’
s
lives
because
of
their
trust
in
me
.
I
was
doing
my
dirty
work
the
easy
way
.
I
was
writing
The
Love
Tale
of
the
Hyena
.
I
stood
in
the
center
of
the
room
,
surprised
by
my
thoughts
.
I
found
myself
sitting
on
the
edge
of
the
bed
,
and
I
was
crying
.
I
could
feel
the
tears
with
my
fingers
.
My
brain
whirled
,
yet
I
felt
sane
.
I
couldn
’
t
understand
what
was
happening
to
me
.
I
picked
up
the
phone
and
dialed
Sara
at
her
health
food
store
.
"
You
busy
?
"
I
asked
.
"
No
,
I
just
opened
up
.
Are
you
all
right
?
You
sound
funny
.
"
"
I
’
m
at
the
bottom
.
"
