Mayumi’s eyes twitched. Her head felt the pounding images and voices grafting themselves onto her mind.

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I pay for 3 Trump Troll Dolls and a package red licorice twizzlers and head back toward the door. Dancing Gnome Girl is there to greet me. I stick a twizzler in the teeth of the donation pail.

It was only two days before Christmas.  Jonathan remembered his mother crying.

In all the years we lived here we never had any issues from the power towers behind our house, other than them being slightly unsightly. I didn't even notice them when we would socialize out back, especially when drinking. When it rains you can sometimes

The pool deck was covered with the bloody footprints of resident gawkers.

The smell of garlic, soy, and onions/ exhausted from Skillman Wok/ perfumes December air.

nevertheless, this crowd had come up with a universal cure for humanity, and regardless of consequences . . .

Eating my teeth off pulling the silk from my lips and swallowing each kerchief wholejust trying to find the priest who has his heart set on a motorcycle

She served him pie she knew was ruined.

Their relationship had proved volatile. The husband had gone missing. The wife had gone dead.

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Mayumi flicked her hand, making her circle deflect the spell. She picked up speed and her hand grabbed Emi.

It is 1939...