081013 #dog *The lake turns bruised and turgid. It swirls covertly. It masks the sky with little ripples of doomed wind. Love hurts. It magnifies every time. HIM is instantly drawn in, so fast he hasn't the time to notice the feeling of being sucked . . . yet. When the maelstrom is over, HIM is deposited on the cement steps in front of the laundromat, back in his own age. In his hand is a report card. He looks at it, then reads:*