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» squid With his cotton comforter at the dry-cleaners, he finds it very cold in the mornings. Particularly today when the neighbors have used all the hot water. A good hot, steaming shower is one of the few luxuries he allows himself. "Mama Pajama," he mutters as the lukewarm spray from the showerhead hits the drain. The space heater is useless. It only reminds him of what warmth felt like. Cold rice for breakfast, and chocolate soy milk. Chopsticks in hand, hand on the mouse, he reads the headlines from the monitor. Tejano music is coming from a car in the parking lot next door. Heavy tuba and bass. "Mi Corazòn," the only words he catches. "My heart," he murmurs and reads about the giant squid found in Australia. He follows links. The sperm whale, he reads, will prey on the giant squid, which has been know to grow to lengths greater than 40 feet and live at depths of 4,800 feet. "The sperm whale," he reads to himself, "takes big breaths and dives, for up to an hour, to reach the giant squids, where he will battle with them in the pitch black, cold water." He feels weak. Swimming down, down for an hour, down as the water becomes something different. From water to crushing cold Black.
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