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Show 110 comer. When it was just Erin and I, she took me to her favorite bars in Brooklyn. A lot of those bars blurred together for me. I remember playing tandem pool with a ridiculously good lesbian couple and losing after only one rum. I remember a room filled with dark purple mysterious lighting; the dreamlike mist of a fog machine moving throughout the room, swaying and confusing linear direction. I remember several drag shows moving into one; being served Scotch in a plastic Dixie cup. One bartender placed a straw in each of our mouths and told us the first rale of an orgy: have something in your mouth at all times. She smelled like the Avenues liquor store, which made me homesick for a minute. One night after Morgan went to sleep, Erin whispered, "I'm thinking of marrying that girl." I was looking out the window at the squirrel outside. She said, "What do you think?" I said, "Oh. Well, yeah, maybe you should. She's a great apartment." Unclaimed Chinese Bodies On my last day in Brooklyn I woke up to the sound of rain. Erin had already left for work, we had said our goodbyes the night before and she left me a nice note reminding me to please feed the cats, lock up, and visit again soon. I wanted to see the Bodies exhibit I had seen advertised on buses in the city before I left on my flight that evening. I tried to take the subway to South Seaport, got lost for a while, took refuge with a bagel and coffee in a dry subway station, and finally wandered into the right building with my clothes and backpack heavy with water. I bought my ticket, checked my bag and jacket and received a |