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So when Ally got older, she searched for the Joy to the crewmates among us christmas sweater and I love this places where she wouldn’t feel that familiar tug of missing out, the sense that things were happening all over the world and she wasn’t a part of them. She wanted to feel she was all of them. Sex. Fucking. Making Love. Any one of those usually handled the problem. Back on the trail, Dan stopped a moment, ending Ally’s reverie, to take a sip of the wine in his backpack. He simply yanked the cork out, proving that it had already been opened before he’d picked her up at 11:50 that morning. He offered the bottle to Ally, who accepted a sip. The wine tasted slightly off, stinging the back of her throat and trickling down her insides, seemingly in slo-mo. It was funny, looking at Dan, how different his voice was from what he really looked like. His voice was slightly high and goofy, with the lazy effect of a professional surfing fan. His body, all six feet and six inches of it, was pure muscle—not showy, big-guy muscles but thousands of thin, sinewy ones, coiled together like the wires inside a stereo and almost jumpy to the touch. It was the sure sign of someone who wasn’t addicted to a high-brow workout plan but instead just worked. She remembered Hugo telling her that as a carpenter Dan kitted out everything from mansions to houseboats. (Although Hugo hadn’t mentioned Dan’s shadow career as an IT guy, probably because it was designed to hide Hugo’s infidelity, she guessed. Who cared? He didn’t owe her anything, which is why she shouldn’t have yelled.)
Dan pushed his hair, dark as the Joy to the crewmates among us christmas sweater and I love this mud on their shoes, out of his eyes, revealing a strong prominent forehead and two terrifyingly present pupils. Something felt fluttery in Ally, and not necessarily in a good way—maybe it was the exercise, something she did shockingly little of, and her heart was really pounding now from walking briskly uphill. Maybe it was fear of herself, of the cruelty that she had shown toward Hugo and was capable of showing toward people she really adored. What a wounded animal she was when hurt. But often, when she was around a man and she wasn’t sure what she was feeling, she simply assumed that it was lust. And so she reached for Dan, grabbing him by the collar of his white T-shirt and pulling his face down to hers. His lips, massive and pillowy, consumed her face with the kind of prey drive she usually equated with Komodo dragons and drunk frat boys. She didn’t hate it. The list of sports events canceled or postponed as a result of the coronavirus pandemic goes on; first it was the NBA season, then the Olympic Games, and now Wimbledon has been nixed due to “public health concerns linked to the coronavirus epidemic,” according to the All England Lawn Tennis Club. “It is the Committee of Management’s view that cancellation of The Championships is the best decision in the interests of public health, and that being able to provide certainty by taking this decision now, rather than in several weeks, is important for everyone involved in tennis and The Championships,” the club said in a Wednesday statement.
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