Intertextuality #1
He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He strained and strained, his vocal chords ached with the effort, but nothing came out. Then he heard music from the radio beside the bed. He turned up the volume until the walls and bed shook. His parents stared with fixed pupils. They danced on the bed. Their arms and legs kicked wildly, until their fingers locked, and they pulled each other back and forth, back and forth.
Sherman Alexie, Reservation Blues (1995)
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