The ruling passion, be it what it will. The ruling passion conquers reason still.

The little boy had wandered away from his mother, tacking across the grass to the play structure. His mother watched him go, proud, tickled, unaware that every time they toddled away from you, they came back a little different, ten seconds older and nearer to the day when they left you for good. Pearl divers in training, staying under a few seconds longer every time.

Shining anal queen of perfection, she says, “Fuck.

Written By Judith Viorst

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