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in corduroys her thighs rubbed together, buzzing, & there was always at least one untidy marvel to unravel him : an untucked shirttail, a sock w a hole, a ripped seam showing underarm hair. she carted her books from class to class but never opened them. her pens & pencils looked as temporary as cinderella's broom. when she smiled, her mouth showed too many teeth, but at night trip fontaine dreamed of being bitten by each one.