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I wanted to write you a letter
I wanted to write you a letter, but I couldn’t get the salutation right. Then, of course, a signature line was impossible. So I was sitting here with all these fixings but no bread to stuff them into, and how do you make a sandwich without bread? Anyway, it would be good to see you… — read more
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On wooden stairs
On wooden stairs, she held knees to her chest, and her body shook with sobs. He watched her and felt the full force of his impotence. He searched for words to soothe her. He wondered if and how he should touch her. He hoped she could feel the love in his heart. From several feet… — read more
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Mirror
Most of the time, you look in the mirror and see a collection of flaws. Big nose, flat hair, flabby gut, blemished skin. You think how unbearable it is that others will have to look at you and that rolling, jelly middle, that unsuspecting victims will be caught in the beam of those oversized, crooked… — read more
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During one quiet hour
During one quiet hour, in the safety of tangled sheets, she explained to him—or tried to—how easy people are to read, how quickly the end becomes visible, how we all follow patterns as predictable as the moon. He said she was arrogant. It was arrogant for her to grant herself powers of divination. Arrogant to… — read more
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A thing you can’t explain
A thing you can’t explain creeps up your spine and around your neck and into your chest. It grabs you there, wraps tight around your heart and pulls outward. You are drawn forward, away. You want to follow. You want to leave behind everything in this moment and go anywhere unknown in the belief that… — read more
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