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Henry inherited the fence maintenance.
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He ran his forefinger round the rim of the lid then sucked at his fingertip. The texture's like chalk, he thought, it tastes of earth. He hadn't anticipated this — but dipped his finger in again and swallowed. It was like scraping his tongue against a blackboard on…
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Sometimes he made us punch pillows. "Harder!" the shrink would yell.
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When you return home, one year to the day that you left us, you will wonder if you can do it all over again.
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Excessively. And this worried her, of course.
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The tide pushes through the bottom of the door. It fingers our hair where we sleep on our mattresses. It rises to the level of our windows and pulls us to sea where we rock upon the mournful waves, the seagulls distant and crying, our nightgowns soaked and sticking to us,…
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There was something wrong with this picture. Was he the man she had slept with last night?
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My predecessor warned me. I know it’s only been 64 years but enough’s enough. #27 only lasted for 18 minutes so I did better than that.
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Write about when dad hurled his bowling balls down a real city alley after a night of disgust.
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We were suckers for strays, the big baby eyes of kittens. We also had lemons for cars, bought encyclopedias from door-to-door salesmen.
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We watched the flames, screaming demons eating oxygen.
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On the bank of the stream, we take off our clothes and dash into the water.
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The heck with lists, she said. Just live.
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We know the band. At first, they point and wave, but then they ignore us. We get rowdy and stumble. We get tossed.
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Muffled tears. The splatter of tossed strawberries.
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