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--What happened? Where are your shoes?
--They were slippers, she said. And they were too big. They were my mum's, besides.
--Well, what happened to them? It's frigid.
--They fell off. I lost them crossing the street. One of them. The other was taken aw
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I hate math. I hate everything about it.
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we share somewhat the same past
he was bureau chief of ABC overseas
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next time i come around i want to be a redwood.
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She is an old soul. We talk of Barbie dolls and school. Her hands weaving stories. Maybe a hesitant smile. Eyes soft, earth-brown pansies, sadly martyred.An old man steers his car up a hill. Passes through hoops of sky before powerlessly plunging. On the news I hear…
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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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