It is only in such praise that I could give my boyfriend back what leukemia took from him, trace the contours of what he had lost: his material form, with its capacity for messy emissions, spontaneous erections, parted lips, enveloping bearhugs and leg cramps — beautiful all.
Well, at least he left her a pearl necklace!
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