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Updated: May 18, 2025
As she felt the undulations, she forgot about the Entity and vaguely recalled that sexual exhilaration with MF. Moments of Frenzy lived with one no longer than any of the passing winds against one's face. They were pleasant sensations, boosts of fuel, giving one a positive outlook toward more tangible encounters. With the exception of the best one, they were never remembered.
MF, after being shown the photographs, asked the priest if he should go through with a marriage to a woman who had drawn such unregenerate images on the doors of the women's toilet but the priest ignored his maudlin whining as if annoyed by any distraction that would delay his inquisition.
They was still a minute thinking; then the king says, kind of absent-minded like: "Mf! And we reckoned the NIGGERS stole it!" That made me squirm! "Yes," says the duke, kinder slow and deliberate and sarcastic, "WE did." After about a half a minute the king drawls out: "Leastways, I did." The duke says, the same way: "On the contrary, I did."
When they were deposited on her tray she turned and walked to an empty table. Near it she stopped with mouth agape. There at an adjacent table were Rick and his father, MF. In Burger King words ensnared the artistic ascetic for she too succumbed to polite requests and smiles.
Gabriele laughed. She as marginally enthralled with the charm of their bantering. Then, like the sound of crickets, the human noise became monotonous. Still, it was better than being deaf, and it bedizened her ears like large cheap earrings containing bogus stones. "I saw you when you gave your lecture in Albany," said MF to Gabriele as if wanting to change the topic. "I know. I saw you there.
"Corndogs won't you have one, Gabriele?" asked the former MF. "I don't eat meat, you know." "Well, you should, you know. Its why the brain size of man is so much bigger than his hominoid predecessors." "I doubt that much evolution can come from a corndog. And if I had a bigger head it would probably explode all over the place. Wouldn't that be a pretty sight?"
She watched both males sink their fangs into the aesthetic round bits of carcass. She told herself that there was indeed something atavistic about it. "Dad hates vegetables won't ever eat them." "Is that a fact!" said Gabriele. "That isn't true; and don't talk with your mouth full!" rebutted MF irascibly. "We never have tomatoes in the refrigerator." "We have Ketchup. It is tomatoes plus."
He had dropped it out of a pocket when putting on his pants hours earlier and she remembered that she had found it after he had gone away. She could see the large initials embroidered on it. It was no doubt the embroidery of his special little lady. The initials were MF. Was M for Michael? she asked unto herself, that high authority that answered all of her questions.
"So, he will be her lover this MF?" scoffed Saeng Seob in their bed upon hearing his last chapter. Sang Huin regretted having begrudgingly read him this chapter. He only read parts of the manuscript when asked to do so.
He carried his exploits to her immediate vicinity; came war-whooping around, snatched a boy's cap, hurled it to the roof of the schoolhouse, broke through a group of boys, tumbling them in every direction, and fell sprawling, himself, under Becky's nose, almost upsetting her and she turned, with her nose in the air, and he heard her say: "Mf! some people think they're mighty smart always showing off!"
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