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I'm what folks have taken to calling “Millennial.” The whole world's a mess and it's up to me to fix it, at least that's what they say, but I gots this sound, somewhere so far back in the great deep part of my head, I try to hear it, to focus right in...…
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My wife storms into the kitchen with a pink mako shark slung over her shoulder, barking "Dinner!" towards me as I sit on the counter swishing my middle finger through a bowl of sand.
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It's August, the summer after high school. LA was a bust, and I'm back at my parents' little rent house.
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118773
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A bawdy secretary languishes behind the farmer, translating the squealing gray matter and scratching her rectangular nose obsessively.
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The last row of furniture is all black leather. In unison the tigers hop onto a couch a piece, sit calmly on their haunches, and reach for remote controls buried in the cushions. Roaring, they paw at the remotes.
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Because his mother is Catholic and he may be, too, subliminally.
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Her head is all that's showing in the window when the cop rolls up and says we are upsetting the teenage girl across the street.
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Night is coming on with its slender threads of knowing.
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Should I believe you now? I said fuck you. I knew better but I said it. He kicked me some but I covered up, he didn’t get me bad as he thought. When he got tired, he took my doorkey off my ring. Said make me come back, and I’ll kill you. And he left.
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...falling into that breathing abyss, and she can feel her heart pounding against it. A falling and falling that’s never ending. Frightening. How hard the thump will be if ever she lands. The darkness continues to breathe all around her.
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She never knew how to love him, she guessed.
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He's wealthy at last, but what good is it?
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I hand one of them the octopus and run out of the room.
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Finally she reached into the waterfall-fed small pond and palmed a smooth stone, then another.
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When my jaw aches one morning, he tells me I was grinding my teeth in my sleep and that he kissed my cheek and I stopped. I know the ghost of him wouldn’t possess that kind of tenderness.
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