"In ocean park, the man answers his front door, a wineglass in one hand, some kind of bright orange wine filling it up to his index finger on the side of the glass."
"Call it custom or superstition or feng shui."
"These thin women, maybe on the weekends you'll see a husband, short and dumpy, sweating so hard the black flock he sprays at her withered throat..."
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