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He’d lost any contact with the last woman he’d attempted a romance with, a nurse from Dublin, who, after a romantic weekend in Moate with him had departed with his kissing her forehead and admonishing her to “look after yourself, now.”
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Heartbeat sped as heart size shrank to a ribcage of hollow bones. The curlew’s cry froze over the open bog and morphed to the trill of the river-bird.
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A son packs his bag - bottled water, extra masks, and jerky. Mom paces behind him. “Don't go.”
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“No,” he says. A simple lie. “I -” He pushes the sleeping bag off of his legs. Their getaway reset was a mistake.
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Across her chest a tapestry of wires interconnected.
Intensive.
Care From Old English—to lament.
Unit.
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We lined up opposite one another, instructed to stare into the other person's eyes for fifteen seconds. No talking. The debris of loneliness. Eyes welled with tears.
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Something about shadows and last time and driving.
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The trash is full. Again. I open the bathroom trash—because the diaper genie is stuffed—but there’s no room. I try the kitchen next. The lid swings open, catapulting carrot shavings onto the floor. I lay the diaper on the counter for later.
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“Attention, Shoppers,” the loudspeaker announced. “Yes, it’s that time of the month and Moonlight Madness has officially begun.”
The manager of toys came sprinting into the warehouse behind the store. He wa
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The girl in the painting with the ice-cream cone looks like Paul’s first love. That’s the real reason he agreed to buy it. In fact, he and his wife always call it: The Girl with the Ice-Cream Cone. He can’t take his eyes off that painting.
“He loves h
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He prided himself on being not menacing like a bear.
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In one of the cartoons I watched as a child, Popeye the Sailor gives Olive Oyl a bouquet of flowers. She is thrilled, he walks on air, thinking they will marry. His one-eyed heroism is soon challenged by Bluto however, who pours cement into Popeye's bath. It goes…
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This is no time for those of a religious persuasion. No.
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As the family gathered for cocktail hour
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He plucks the feathers and winds thread to simulate an insect’s torso.
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