another you
There were window boxes filled
with bright pink flowers and drips of dark green ivy. Over one of the window
boxes a Monarch butterfly hovered. Two Monarch butterflies. He thought
of a photograph he had once seen of Vladimir Nabokov running with his butterfly
net. He thought of Lolita. What a second-rate Lolita Cheryl Lanier
had been -- not particularly pretty, but most of all, distinct from Lolita
in that she had not been genuinely needy; she was just another person who
wanted things." |
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