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{observations} michael wolman You have some blond in your beard, she said, as if charmed by that. I was sure I’d been the only one who’d ever noticed. I’ve always wanted someone to notice that, I replied, as if asking. I’d always wanted someone to be charmed by that. But no conflagration was ever born from kindling alone. She knew that better than I, which is why, when I turned away after saying what I said, instead of holding her gaze a moment too long, she knew there was no chance. She told me months later, the last time I saw her, that after I took her home that night, she wept. |
