Try to extrapolate something from riding the bus for a really long time. You have for now, let's say a picture of a trea-sured relation. It's falling off the denim covering your knee, it has pockets holding gobs of light. That's an utter lack of mutability in those creases. That is, that is. That's I mean it is a container for all your strategies. Light gathered like a growth in a damp patch.
  Stevia shook her head, slight bringing a stagger to her hair. Orangey, red, orange. Red orange orange. After shaking her head, she says to herself
  It is February and I am only 26.

Structurally, it's like too many gears at the center.
  We walked into the wing together. It should have had paintings but rather curiously it did not, and I just use a word so because it were so spacious inside. Stevia thought Wow, they really are hollow. She hadn't been inside of one before.
	A man sidled up.
Say excuse me, would you like a job
Excuse me, would you like a job.
Say No, I'm asking you say oh well I do apologize 
it's just how I talk with my friends

					***

Stevia sat in a room where interviews had taken place. It was set up that way and also for multifarious other tasks, admini-
strative and sexual. A wired feeling climbed through the chair and into her head.
	The man before had been a little fat. Looking at the new oneacross from her she thought the same thing. Say tell me a little bit more about why you want to sell phones at the mall. Stevia looked around to seeif anyone was laughing. I looked around to see if anyone was laughing.
	They had been going at it for hours and were both exhausted. Say okay, let me try a different tact. Sell me this pen. She looked at him. Yes. He wiped his brow, paint came off, he kept wiping until she had the job.
	We looked at each other. Really, I have the job? Say you can start today, unless you have other things to do. Stevia had a homework assignment but she was already forgetting it. She gave him a kiss on the cheek, unspooling her midsection over the desk. Say you taste different. That's because I'm a brand new type of girl. He had a spot that glistened after that. There were a few more questions but everyone presumed they could wait.
	She was starting to feel crazy because the room was so well defined. I couldn't share the sentiment. But when we talked about it there was a whorl to the desk that also glistened. There was an old-looking printer with papercoming out of its mouth like it wasn't done chewing. I had a pain in my chest. Stevia was a new type of girl. In a frame on the desk was a picture with light and a brother and his brother suspended in it. Say my brother is who you were talking to outside. There was a tree in the background. We run this Verizon store together ever since Mom died and he got clean. Say we both really like you. Say but do you like him better or me? Say my name's Ike that's not really my name but that's what people call me here, if that makes a difference. Stevia thought to herself that makes all a difference. Then she told me later that makes all the difference
	I had a picture of my own, of my Los Angeles apartment, which trapped light in the windows