'There was hope for a neutral man still.'

"He went home and found his ghost in the kitchen, eating his PowerBars.

“You’re the only one I know who wouldn’t lie to me,” Levin said. “Am I good-looking?”

She played with the aluminum wrapper, rolling it back and forth between her fingers. “You’re neutral,” she said.

“What about my personality?”

“Also neutral.”

Levin pulled out one of his kitchen chairs and sat down, trying to remember why he’d wanted to ask her just exactly those things. It had had to do with the despair he’d felt in the park, and with wanting to know if it was really all hopeless for him so that he could kill himself and haunt this house with her. Neutral was no good, though. There was hope for a neutral man still."

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