The hands on my shoulders turned out to belong to someone who normally nodded instead of waving back. “Ex-girlfriend in the room problems?” she said.
“You could tell from my body language?”
“From the other side of the club. You look like you want to die.”
“I want to sublime. I want to go straight from a solid state into the air.”
“You need to open up, around the heart,” she said, two fingers to my chest.
– Douglas Wolk

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