• I invited Clark to come with me to LA, knowing he wouldn’t. He agonised over his foregone conclusion. Finally, I had to say it on his behalf. We were sitting in his Honda, in a Scenic View parking lot, the greasy styrofoam boxes from our Noodle Express meals crowding our feet, and we cried unhappily, holding hands, like child friends unwillingly parted by a parent’s move.
• The Integral is the god hydraulics pumping us feared things.
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