PRODIGY

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What humors me? A dog eating like he’ll never eat again. The woods during rain. That feeling you get when
you’re alone but excited for some reason. It’s not embarrassing to call a mouse a rival. Nobody knows how
far this’ll go. The young prodigy is practicing their reactions to the silence that will meet them in life. There
is that saxophone playing in the evening again. There is so much to consider about what happens. We can’t
see every effect. The first erotic act I ever experienced was a girl in art class opening up a piece of gum and
putting it in my mouth because my hands were holding clay.