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The thong didn’t fit any memory of Kaur. He was a large, hairy man who wore sarongs and smelled of cloves. The thong was a size extra-small. And it was new —the elastic still snapped.

The engine hummed louder. And on the horizon, the sky turned the exact shade of a fire alarm. ss tika red thong

And somewhere behind her, tucked into a crack in the mast, a tiny red thong fluttered—proof that the dead don’t leave. They just change their uniform. The thong didn’t fit any memory of Kaur