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… The tangled ponytail that hung in front of the notebook belonged to a man. The legs of the jeans, stretched out long, wrapped around the legs of the chair of the woman in front of him. The knees of the jeans of the man in front of her were ragged, like the ponytail, and soft. Audrey imagined the man might sleep in the jeans, on a couch, the jeans and the couch both valleying warmly, roundly, yieldingly, beneath the knees.

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