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Told to Me by a Woman in the Air India Lounge at London Heathrow
Monday, March 26th, 2007
I once loved a man who changed into a tiger by day. It didn’t work out. Among other things… well, there is no way to put it delicately… Tigers, you may know, get quite a bit of carrion caught in the sheaths of their claws, and even as a man he could never quite rid his nails of the stink of sambhur-flesh. But I shall always remember the way the moon, shining through the lattice, made stripes across his back as he crept over the bed.