There is always noise around them, day or night. Clare’s friends readily consider me a thinker, when in reality I’m mostly observant and thoughtless. Every now and then I would add a question, or answer a question they posed. I wear the earring Clare made for me, with a silver teardrop bead, a rusty metal ring, and a tiny silver winged horse. Sometimes she nervously asks if I’m happy, and I always say yes. That is always the truth. When I go to places like this – buzzing clubs with unremarkable entrances, parties in apartments as white and plain as the Himalayas – I simply find myself completely happy.
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