He smiles sadly. "Now I know my destiny." "What is it?" "This." He draws me in to him in a kiss. His lips are warm. He pulls me tighter in his embrace. The roots sigh and release their hold on my waist and the wound in my side is healed. "Kartik," I cry, kissing his cheeks. "It's let me go." "That's good," he says. He makes a small cry. His back arches, and every muscle in his body tightens.
Libba BrayIt is funny how you do not miss affection until it is given, but once it is, it can never be enough; you would drown in it if possible.
Libba BrayCould I have a Sloe Gin Fizz, without the gin?" "What's the point of that, Miss?" the waiter said. "Tomorrow morning," Mabel said.
Libba BrayAgent Jones switched to the big screen and a grainy video of MoMo sitting at his enormous desk, a swivel-hipped Elvis clock ticking behind his bewigged head. 'Death to the capitalist pigs! Death to your cinnamon bun-smelling malls! Death to your power walking and automatic car windows and I'm With Stupid T-shirts! The Republic of ChaCha will never bend to your side-of-fries -drive -through-please-oh-would-you-like-ketchup-with-that corruption! MoMo B. ChaCha defies you and all you stand for, and one day, you will crumble into the sea and we will pick up the pieces and make them into sand art.
Libba BrayI wouldnโt expect you to get it, Daisy. You donโt look at anything besides Photoplayโand even then somebodyโs gotta explain the pictures to you.โ Daisyโs mouth hung open in outrage. โWell, I never!โ โYeah, thatโs what you tell all your fellas, but the rest of us arenโt buying it. Go away, now, Daisy. Shoo, little fly!
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