Her fur was as soft as the down on a bird. One eye was blue and the other was green, and her nose was as pink as her tongue. Around her neck Eddie had...placed a necklace of 18 carat gold, with small charms that he associated with her, the kitten, the sardine, the bird, the mouse, the ball of wool. Eddie only fed her a raw food diet based on her needs, minimal vegetables, and mostly raw meat chick and turkey, with the rare instance of fish when she wanted it. He knew what she wanted by her. The man was aware of voices, some speaking Hindu and others English, and it was plain to him even from within this most remote place that he was dying. A mist of impenetrable brightness washed over him, it was at once hot and cool – and he felt himself swept away within the eddies that roared through this interstitial space. He wanted to reach out and cling to life, but there was nothing within the mists to hold onto save the far distant voices as people fought to save his life. He heard. Mum. Youve been boasting lately about how many men are fucking you. I dont want to seem ungrateful to John, but Ive only ever been fucked by him. Id like to experience more than just him. Wendy, most 13-year olds are still virgins. At least they were when I was that age. Youre free to take another boyfriend, however, if you do, youll have to give up fucking John. Oh! Why mum. Because the Friday-night party group is a closed group. No one is supposed to fuck anyone outside the group. Why? To. But this is my unlucky life, and I guess I’m used to it. I wear my bad luck like a suit because I know that eventually some good karma will come my way… at least I hope so. Why couldn’t I have been born a guy? I mean looking at my brothers, everyone thinks they’re so perfect, brains, brawn, looks, and personality. Everyone thinks they’re perfect until they see me, I am the epitome of different, I may have brains and I can stand up for myself when the need arises, but I am absolutely nothing.