ok, so this a first (couple of) lines from a lorrie moore short story called amahl and the night visitor: tenor of love...
Understand that your cat is a whore and cannot help you. She takes on love with the whiskery adjustments of a golddigger. She is a gorgeous nomad, an unfriend.
wow......and better yet, the piece is written like a diary (read that as a blog...) so ahead of her time........
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