East 52nd Street was slick and shining with the oil rainbows. Her mind (like a broken clock, whirling, spinning backward in time) sparklike leaped the gap of years,and her tired eyes blazed yellow. The sneakiest demon comes next. I knew the curve of his shoulder, the way my body seemed to slide into every line and hollow of his body.
Until that moment I hadn't been sure it was possible to offend him. Fourteenyears old. It was like watching a second face roll underneath her skin. I had this horrible urge to run my hands over his butt, just because it was there, and I could.
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