Thursday, May 23, 2013

the last book I ever read (Tenth of December by George Saunders, excerpt five)

from Tenth of December: Stories by George Saunders:

Kid was swimming.

Swimming was not allowed. That was clearly posted. NO SWIMMING.

Kid was a bad swimmer. Real thrashfest down there. Kid was creating with his thrashing a rapidly expanding black pool. With each thrash the kid incrementally expanded the boundary of the black--

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