All this wandering that you do," he said, leaning in the window, his face white as a cream cheese, his scar the carved zigzag of a snowmobile across a winter lake. Wind blew handsomely through his hair. "How will anyone ever get close to you?""I don't know," she said. She shook his hand through the window and then put on her gloves.
-Lorrie Moore
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