Natasha notices first.We are in her studio two weeks before my birthday, me cross-legged on the floor with archive photos from the Brussels gallery space spread around me, helping her think through placement, and she stops mid-measurement and looks at me."Something is sitting on you," she says."I'm fine," I say."I didn't ask if you were fine," she says. "Something is sitting on you. What is it?"I look at the gallery photos and think about lying and decide it's too much effort with Natasha, who will simply wait me out with those pale eyes until I say the true thing anyway."I don't know," I say, which is honest.She sits down across from me on the floor, measuring tape still around her neck. "The birthday," she says."Maybe," I say."Vincent's planning something big?" "I think so," I say."And that feels like..." she says, leaving it open.I pull my knees up and wrap my arms around them and look at the Brussels photos without seeing them. The feeling that's been sitting in my ches
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