the gift of a dead bird

[ from NO ONE BELONGS HERE MORE THAN YOU
- by Miranda July;
- "The Man On The Stairs", p.34 ]
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. . . We both fantasize about other people when we're having sex, but he likes to tell me who the other people are, and I don't. Why should I? It's my own private business. It's not my fault he gets off on having me know. He likes to report it the second he comes, like a cat presenting the gift of a dead bird. I never asked for it.