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I used to score girls by taking them on a ride past Frauenstein, up on a hill where you could see the trees, the whole lot of them sparkling white and pink in the breeze.
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My grandmother was born on a wooden table, in a dark kitchen, in a blue house, in an apple orchard. When she was seven and complained of a sore throat, the same doctor who birthed her took her tonsils out on that rough-hewn table where she was born, where
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I remember a house of dreams
I remember all the jack-o-lanterns in a row
laughing disconcertingly, their mouths collapsing inward
minds exposed.
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Allen would stroll the remains of the orchard, reminiscing with Tad, flirting with dementia.
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