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Fruit

Dong-Ding Every friend we invite over, every package we order, every new neighbor that moves into the community, admonishes the languid lifestyle in which Mickie and I partake. Something happened to the doorbell within our first week here. Instead of … Continue reading

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The Milkman

Whenever there’s a knock at the door, whenever the telephone rings, whenever that little voice that lives inside our computer shouts “You’ve Got Mail!” because somebody, most likely Miranda, left the volume on full blast after spending over an hour … Continue reading

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A Reason to Get up in the Morning

Blue Thunder “I bought a new car.” Instead of inquiring about its model, its make, what accessories I splurged on, what color I chose, Tanner bites into the other half of his Italian mixed submarine sandwich. We call him Tanner … Continue reading

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Ramble On Rose

I went to the supermarket the other day and there were these oranges that didn’t look like oranges so I asked the grocer unpacking these boxes of bananas if they were oranges or if the sign was wrong they might … Continue reading

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Hell in a Bucket

“What is it?” “For Christ’s sake, Rose. It’s fried chicken.” She’s worried about abetting a felon. There are laws now regarding the possession, distribution, manufacturing, or consumption of fried chicken. The intent to sell will get you life. If it’s … Continue reading

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Little Red Rooster

A few hours ago, Ma told me to go buy a pet. She did not spec-i-fy. And by the look on her face, I think she’s regretting her ambiguity. “Phil, what is that thing?” “It’s a rooster, Ma.” “They sell … Continue reading

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