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| CARLOMAR ARCANGEL DAOANA |
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| Rising to the shock of morning,
he notices how his body resembles his. How come you share my body, says he, pulling the blanket to his shoulders not so much out of coldness as wanting to be hidden. We are both the same, he replies, and stretches his limbs to reveal the absence of breasts, the quick drop of the chest to the abdomen. They always have this kind of conversation to find their way out of shame when last night, they seemed perfectly fitted together, torque and groove, and not one of them uttered any sound of discomfort. |