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A bloom of indigo ink trails past ice cubes and lemon pulp in Evan’s water. It takes its time settling, twisting and roaming like smoke. By the time the ink has nearly dissipated, Evan’s eyes are darting around the dinner … Continue reading

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Sitting the Moon

Tchaikovsky is particularly cruel tonight. Wu Mama’s ears throb with every pull of the violin string, blaring from the speakers her daughter has set up. In the midst of blue streamers, silver confetti, and a banner that says “It’s a … Continue reading

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