Then we're lying on the bed, in our clothes, in the overcast, after he has had the cyst removed from his knuckle... He lies on his side, I lie on my back, he keeps the hand elevated on my breast.
I am sane as a level, sane as the level bubble in its greenish indoor pool. I am sane as a scissors, sane as a sieve, sane as a scales, sane as a gyroscope...I am sane as a friend, sane as a dream.
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