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The Wolf-Dog in the Dormitory
The Men Who Walk Upright
Sometimes the strangest thing about being human is that nobody else seems to find being human strange.
A man walks past me in Austin wearing a fitted shirt. He has spent years manufacturing his shoulders. He has fed them protein, lifted iron against gravity, denied himself certain foods, repeated the same movements until the body answered. His chest presses against cotton. His thighs move beneath trousers. He smells faintly of soap or deodorant or whatever modern chemistry has devised to conceal from the other animals the fact that he is an animal.
And everyone…
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