EAU CLAIRE GYMNOPÉDIE
scott garson
Holliston circled his eyes and nose in black greasepaint with the dick and balls symbol and went to the store. Women pushing grocery carts looked at him once or not at all. He was out of deodorant. Probably he needed milk too. And beer. And sliced prosciutto. At the checkout, a girl whose eyebrow was bruised from the piercing offered him greeting. She asked if he had a savings card, if he wanted one. He was slow in responding. She told him that he could be saving fifteen percent on his purchases today.