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He never mentioned his song “Breadfruit” fell from the sky, landed in his hand. The song climbed the charts: most downloaded, most played, most everything.
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Only now, I realize it wasn’t wise to date multiple women simultaneously.
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Attached in the center were the petals of a small flower pressed in wax paper. Uncreased, she read it out loud
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Whenever I asked Beth, what if Star Wars was real somewhere, she’d reply, the Empire’s dead, babe.
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She and you ascend. Don’t ask questions of science, you say. Time, distance, gravity, vacuums, breathable air. Don’t ask, how do you do this. Most importantly, you say, don’t look down.
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Then it got quiet again, the kind of quiet that fills a car even with the radio on and the highway ticking away and the corn flying past regimented and silk tasseled.
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Two crabs, Glup and Churg, sit on the beach watching incoming waves.
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Joe grabbed the camera from the asphalt, inches from the woman’s lifeless fingers, pocketed it.
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No matter what Mom did we thought she was amazing. She was sixty different women, feeding us meals, stitching our clothes when torn, keeping our house together.
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She kept the list in her purse, never showed it to friends. If she knew her words would not break him, she would say, it should be stricter, not so permissive. But she didn’t.
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Look, I know we’re total opposites but we could be good together. We could meet at the local ******, grab a drink, go get donuts, fantasize.
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I remembered our wedding reception. I tasted the crab cake, pulled her from greeting people, said, you have to try. And she did.
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This is a work of excerpts. This isn't a coherent story. If you find coherence, please contact me immediately.
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I plucked at an invisible Steve Harris bass, Mike pounded at phantom skins imitating Nicko McBrain, and Brian wailed his best mock Bruce Dickinson tenor. We couldn’t wait--Maiden in three days.
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Heaven’s a blast! It’s like a big summer camp in space...We are the weavers of the tie-dyed sky.
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