Shattered Sidewalks of the Human Heart

She was kind. That much was true. I’d imagined her in the hold of the ship, comforting Kong in his chains and his seasickness.

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    She was kind. That much was true. I’d imagined her in the hold of the ship, comforting Kong in his chains and his seasickness. Backstage, calming him down while tiny men flashed cameras in his helpless face. Eighty stories up, pleading with him to pick her back up, trying to tell him that the airplanes wouldn’t shoot him while he was holding her. Angry at him for not understanding her, or for understanding and not wanting to put her at risk.

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