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The Mistake And now for an intermediate swim in the intermediate pool. All things you have wanted ignored. Evil, real evil (the kind that visited you once) still around, just not touching you now. Still, the intent. Broken nail, a broken nail indicating something: you are letting yourself go, perhaps; perhaps it is indicating that. Late into night, when your husband is asleep in his pain, when you are still up, your exhaustion over, your interest rekindled, your recollection of calling Iskandar Ibrahim, greeting him, Hi, oh hi, Ibrahim-calling him by that most offensive of all names. A mistake, you made (not having seen him for so long) an honest mistake. Next thing you know you'll be calling all men by the wrong name.
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