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112 Chronicle Sarah Blackman He came as a mammal and I was mineral—a stalactite or a cluster of crystals at the bottom of a pond. All I was suggesting was form. Then, at the wedding, I was a fish and everyone could see me shimmer as I snuck away to smoke cigarettes and drink pink champagne. Or maybe it was the other way around. First I was a fish and then a mineral. First he was a stranger, then this man. ...

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