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Two nights before his heart burst its strings near sundown Shabbat, we met at my house to wait for paint to dry. We could make an evening of that.
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What I did I wouldn't call criminal, just stupid. Even my judge, after so many court appointments, didn't understand what had happened. And there's a reason I got out on illegal sentencing but, either way, I paid the better part of a year for it all. I don't want to tell…
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Nothing changes and everything changes.
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My mother was a nickel and dime beauty queen. Miss Coney Island of 1940—August 1940, that is.
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The ball thuds against splintered planks, once the gate to our backyard, nailed to a telephone pole that Pap, my grandfather, has cut down to size and planted in the dirt he cleared between the gravel driveway and the irrigation ditch.
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The thing in the bed trying to see over the enormity of the loud and chuckling wife to the face of the Dad wasn’t real. It wasn’t You because You weren’t alive. You were neither the woman you’ve finally, impossibly become, nor the dead girl on the highway
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I think he viewed Communion as an act of hygiene that allowed him to go on being fiery and self-determined.
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“Snobs,” our head housekeeper Denise called them in her deep voice, while peering out from under her glasses at me.
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