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Anytime You Write About Priests Or Cops, They're Hot-button Professions.

But These Last Months Had Turned Him Around And Now Gen Saw There Could Be As Much Virtue In Letting Go Of What You Knew As There Had Ever Been In Gathering New Information. He Worked As Hard At Forgetting As He Had Ever Worked To Learn.

There Was No Time For Kissing But She Wanted Him To Know That In The Future There Would Be. A Kiss In So Much Loneliness Was Like A Hand Pulling You Up Out Of The Water, Scooping You Up From A Place Of Drowning And Into The Reckless Abundance Of Air. A Kiss, Another Kiss.

[i Remember Going] To A Hotel Gym At Six O'clock In The Morning, And The Television Was On, And It's Some Drama In Which Two Men Have Clearly Kidnapped A Woman. They're Interrogating Her, And They Put A Plastic Bag Over Her Head. They're Suffocating Her, And I'm Thinking, It's Six O'clock In The Morning! Why Does Anybody Need To See This? How Can I Find The Off Switch?

Updike And Bellow And Roth Were My Three Favorite Writers When I Was Young And Throughout My Life.