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Show DAD-59 I DON'T VISIT DAD ANYMORE I can find men now. I can meet a man in the park and in minutes can tell if he's good. I am always right. Of course, I'm the one who does the finding. Once they pressure, then it's get lost and good luck. There was a time not long ago, believe it or not, when I was unable to say such a thing, but I have so much more going for me now. You see, I have decided to be seen. It isn't as easy as it looks. I used to split myself into different colors like the grass and hold my breath so that the air around me would be silent and opaque, but my life is all one piece now. I carry it with me like a long board, whacking people with it, unable to manage corners well, impossible on stairs. Awkward as it is, it has made all this possible, and I can come alone to watch the runners, let my hair lie in the sunlight, feel the grass bend under my feet. It's best when they suggest, humbly, a shared delight. Peter, for example, simply said, "No need to worry if I come up. I won't eat you-though I'd like to." Terms were established. Not even Peter spends the night; that's a rule I've |