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Show FOR LUCK-44 "I have guesses. Why?" "I think it's because you're so sure of things, and it's your apartment, and you surround yourself with animals, you make a lot more money than I do, you talk to Maxgo for hours and then all this talk about mensch, whatever that is, like you're afraid I won't measure up. And then I don't." The mare and the foal are galloping now, whirling forms into the pasture that disappear as quickly as they are drawn. I have nothing to say that would help him, or that would help this strange fear I have just found in myself like a thin place beneath paint. So I move his hand from my neck and slip it under my shirt. "For luck," I say. |