I picture her lying on stiff, taupe carpet. I've never seen the floor there, never seen the apartment at all, so this is an embellishment. An invented detail. But I can still see her. Her hair is a fan behind her, waves of chestnut and gold. When I see her she is always face-down. This means either that my vindictive imagination still takes
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