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“It seemed he was the perfect lover, at least for the moment. He did not live where you lived. He did not see you often enough, or for long enough, for you to grow bored, or to feel afraid that you were not feeling love---or worse, that you were. The perfection had a cost, which is that he was not in any true sense a real person. He was a coat you bought off the rack, an unsuperlative fashion statement.”
― Ben Greenman, What He's Poised to Do: Stories

“I felt lonely, and in full possession of my loneliness. It was the first time I had owned anything of value.”
― Ben Greenman, What He's Poised to Do: Stories