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ere　so　short　he　could　even　see　the　frilly　white　panties　they　were　wearing　underneath；　which

happened　to　be　little　girls？　vintage　underwear　from　the　nineteen…fifties　and　fit　so　snugly　on　the

models　that　their　butt　cheeks　were　busting　out　of　them。　Instead　of　sitting　down　in　the　front　row；

where　Rusty　Klein　had　managed　to　snag　him　a　seat　between　Stevie　Nicks　and　superhip

performance　artist　Vanessa　Beecroft；　Dan　stood　at　the　back　of　the　Harrison　Street　Club；　clutching

his　black　leather…bound　notebook　and　trying　to　look　writerly　in　case　Rusty　Klein　was　somewhere

nearby　and　was　secretly　studying　him。

The　show　was　set　to　strange　German　folk　music　and　there　was　straw　scattered　on　the　runway。

Little　boys　with　blond　pageboy　haircuts　wearing　lederhosen　led　bleating　white　goats　around　by

leather　leashes　as　impossibly　tall　models　stomped　by　them；　their　bare　breasts　bobbing。

Bestiality；　Dan　scribbled　furtively　in　his　notebook。　The　goats　were　crapping　all　over　the　place

and　he　noticed　that　the　hems　of　the　models？　skirts　had　been　shredded　on　purpose。

Tears　were　drawn　on　their　cheeks　in　iridescent　blue　eye　pencil。Ruined　milkmaids　；　Dan　wrote；

trying　not　to　feel　pletely　out　of　place。　What　the　hell　was　he　doing　at　a　fashion　show　anyway？

The　twenty…something…year…old　brunette　next　to　him　leaned　over　and　tried　to　read　what　he　was

writing。　？Who　are　you　with？？　she　demanded。　？Nylon？Time　Out　？？　She　was　wearing　pointy

rhinestone…studded　glasses　fastened　old…lady　style　to　a　gold　chain　around　her　neck　and　had　the

thickest　bangs　Dan　had　ever　seen。　？Why　aren？t　you　seated　with　press？？

Dan　closed　his　black　notebook　before　she　could　read　any　more。　？I？m　a　poet；？　he　said

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