At night a hundred images of pretty women hovered in his mind, their bodies like a hundred dewy roses: women he had seen on the streets, in a store, turning a corner, boarding a train paraded through his secret self. A downy nape, a cluster of freckles between brown breasts… He asked Magic to unlock his loneliness and let him collide with a smooth open body. One day he met a girl who told him she had the world’s most beautiful bellybutton. Her bellybutton she said was like the inside of a tiny seashell, did he want to see it? What he wanted was to be alone with this information, to guard these words spoken by the lips of a real girl that would have been enough to keep his fantasies churning for days, but she pulled him into a grove and showed him her tiny swirl and more besides, took his dignity, and laid his secret life to waste.
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