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In the Movies, We’d Be Two Perfect Teacups

I’m pushing my ex-girlfriend, Hattie, through the crowd at the boardwalk carnival. She’ll never get used to a wheelchair and she sometimes jokes in that faux-eloquent voice that she doesn’t wear too-tight rubber girdles because they’ll make her go to … Continue reading

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Giddy for Life

It’s not that I don’t want to as in I would never buy a new car. It’s a nice, autumn day in the park and I shouldn’t mind company. Am I some tragic robot in a space opera of stranded … Continue reading

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