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Be wary of men in orange track shoes keys dangling from belt hoop hair bun poked through baseball cap he will tell you – you are everything to me, before he knows who he is after he has said this … Continue reading

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Buried

She crushes out a cigarette on the patio. Shakes her head. “Trent’ll call soon,” I say. “You’ll see.” But we both know he won’t. The plane went down in the Hindu Kush. Over a week ago. Still missing. A celebrated … Continue reading

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Cards

I skip school. Again. We chill in my neighbor Jan’s kitchen as she deals another round of War. “Take your boots off,” she shouts at her snotty four-year-old. Lights another Salem, blows smoke out her nose like a fire-breathing dragon. … Continue reading

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Rude

Her monologue wasn’t entirely over but the audience bolted up, applauding. The standing ovation was caused by an old Jewish couple who had to get to St. Luke’s. Their daughter had delivered their grandchild, a boy, prematurely. Stillborn. The actress … Continue reading

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