The Unreliable Truth

When he assembled the whole thing it was huge. The work was essentially a monument to their relationship. And remember, we're talking about the good times here. She was dressed like one of the transvestite street walkers who figured so heavily into his iconography during his 'Cheez-ee Realism' period. She might as well have carried a sign that said "I'm for rent." The casket against which she leaned so contemptuously contained his own blue-gray features in an attitude of strained repose. Between her feet a gecko was chewing on an improbably large cockroach.
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