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- - - - I play a little game with my cactus Edward. I pet him gently, and he sticks me with his quills. - - - - My friend and I drive to his parents' Passover seder. As we pull into the driveway, he prophesies, "My grandmother will think I got married." And it is so; she points to the olive spread and says to him, "Make a nice one for Sarah." - - - - I order cocktails, and we drink them. We eat the flowers that float in them. Just as I am ready to jump out of my skin, ashamed of having brought him here, to a hotel bar, of all places, he leans over to whisper in my ear in French. - - - - The letter I send him begins, "Sweet Owl." He writes back, "I am a tired, tired owl." - - - - But when I hear our song, I think I should just let myself get run over. - - - - The trick to avoiding depression is figuring out which states of mind require vodka and which require coffee. If you can do that, you are saved. - - - - We name our mouse, who lives in the stove, Duke. - - - - A handy cure for self-obsession: After crying the whole length of West 79th Street, attend a dinner and sit next to your friend's father, who is rich and terrifies you. - - - - Duke eats poison and dies in the hallway. - - - - After the three strongest men walk for three days across the uncharted interior to get to the port, on the other side, one says to the others that he imagined a fourth man was walking with them. - - - - Another of the three strongest men admits that he saw him, too.
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