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The
poem
went
on
to
tell
me
how
good
it
would
feel
to
dance
in
the
fields
with
female
fawn
creatures
who
would
bring
me
joy
and
true
knowledge
.
I
put
the
letter
in
a
dresser
drawer
.
I
was
awakened
the
next
morning
by
a
knocking
on
the
glass
panes
of
my
front
door
.
It
was
10
:
30
am
.
"
Go
away
,
"
I
said
.
"
It
’
s
Lydia
.
"
"
All
right
.
Wait
a
minute
.
"
I
put
on
a
shirt
and
some
pants
and
opened
the
door
.
Then
I
ran
to
the
bathroom
and
vomited
.
I
tried
to
brush
my
teeth
but
only
vomited
again
-
the
sweetness
of
the
toothpaste
turned
my
stomach
.
I
came
out
.
"
You
’
re
sick
,
"
Lydia
said
.
"
Do
you
want
me
to
leave
?
"
"
Oh
no
,
I
’
m
all
right
.
I
always
wake
up
like
this
.
"
Lydia
looked
good
.
The
light
came
through
the
curtains
and
shone
on
her
.
She
had
an
orange
in
her
hand
and
was
tossing
it
into
the
air
.
The
orange
spun
through
the
sunlit
morning
.
"
I
can
’
t
stay
,
"
she
said
,
"
but
I
want
to
ask
you
something
.
"
