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A man with his wife
away does the alone things without guilt; perhaps he walks about the town for hours or lies in the sun all afternoon; perhaps he releases a few million sperm, like lemmings, to the sea. True, the man feels lost some of the time not knowing where to put his hands, but he finds his pockets finally and the obedient world jumps back into place. At night, the man still sleeps on his own side. Perhaps he dreams he makes love to his wife who becomes pregnant and has a child--all in that same night, all in the space of a lifetime.
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