Sarah wore glitter melting in her skin, twinkle tight, like a star, or a snowflake’s rainbow she once espied, to crow and growl upon,
For the escutcheon of her soul prowled. Sarah had this leopard-like quality about her.
“Hell yes, I give a damn,” Chuck cried, indignantly, but as if the indignation had been clawed from his heart, lungs, aorta, and amygdala.
They had spent their lives living under a volcano, for though California is known more for the San Andreas fault than volcanic activity, there are volcanoes.
Chuck was thinking of Mt. Shasta.
Mount Shasta is a potentially active stratovolcano at the southern end of the Cascade Range in Siskiyou County, California. California! California! California!
Sarah, however, was thinking of the volcano known as Hollywood, or Hollyweird.
Spam of Human Affection 
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