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A Brief History of Immortality
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47 A Brief History of Immortality The best part was not coming to—in the girl’s frilly bed: flamingo-skinned walls, butterscotch negligee, palm smearing over her jar of uncapped creaminess, finger painting the silhouette of a giraffe on her squirming abdomen, the big wooden bowl of her hips rising to meet my hungover lips. The best part was not her mother’s eggshell knuckles on the door, Lily, darling, time to go the country, in an English accent, a minute later, shaking her regal hand, the family dew surreptitiously licked off (out of respect), though that was almost the best part. No, the best part was stepping out of the high-rise elevator into a bright July morning, 89th and Lex, prancing eighty blocks back to the East Village, a twenty-two-year-old boy from Philly, with lavender down feathers in his hair and foxy rich girl nectar in his veins. Taxicabs yielding to his strut, painted faces on billboards breathing: boy, your ass is like two scoops of vanilla ice cream, with jimmies on top. ...