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The room is dark save for the light from the hallway. "Fuck you, fucking pervert." "Gook, faggot." The Asian officer just stood there, and that enraged us even more. We called him such blasphemies only heard in Hell. He just stood there and watched us put on a gown to be wheeled away to the psychiatric ward, a terrible place with cold water for showers called Laurelwood. 

You have a German police dog, the woman said. He's gorgeous. "He had bladder cancer, he is at rest now. " The woman was sorry to hear that, and her face changed. We chose to add happiness to the brief conversation, so we told her of a new love, a new puppy. "His name was Melvin, and now we adopted a little American Dingo, a Carolina dog named Melvina." "Oh, that's so cute," the woman said. "She's like him, she has sad eyes." 

We hold hands, and it feels like your hand died. There's no more violence, no more hideous lighter, just sensitive as a toilet seat these days. I will remove your scars and make you beautiful again. Sunglasses on. We all have scars, a tiny match can burn down this entire world, and I am the Lioness of it. Boxing is pageantry, your sweetness intimidates, things are in a cyclone, music from another room, you are unthinkably beautiful, we told you that, your message on our phone, the hospital bed, the injections, the ketamine, you, your words, spinning, we love you, we really do, I do. It meant a lot.