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Thanksgiving dinners and Christmas morningsWatching screamers and starbursts late into the nightEaster baskets and homemade firemen costumesPlastic t-Rexes and spaceships built with blocks bright Hollering and hollowed promises deck these hallsWaiting half the night for him to com through that doorPhotos laughing in a stack of photo albumsOf a happy family that doesn’t exist anymore
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Dear Mr. Delaney, God, I don’t know what to even call you. It’s so weird. This is like the weirdest letter I’ve ever written and like the only letter I’ve ever written. I mean who writes letters. I’m rambling. Josh says I ramble and talk super quick when I’m nervous and I guess I do
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With an empty basket on her hip, Geri collected the random crap laying around the living room that should be the random crap stowed away upstairs. Yawning, Aaron stretched in his desk chair and watched his wife’s luscious ass. Geri bent lower reaching under the coffee table.“That’s funny?”Aaron returned to his monitor. “What, doll?”“It’s our
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It was a regular day at Cross Rivers Saving & Loans. Behind an inch of bulletproof plastic, Nicholas stood bored. Debbie was running late per usual. Under bank protocol Mr. Shen should be behind the glass as a backup bank teller but instead he was online trying to cover the spread for the San Barracus
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As she stepped out of the elevator, Jacinta heard the snickers. Brittle shards of derision shimmer down from the ceiling. She resisted the urge to pat down her edges. A trio of petite nearly identical blondes chatting in a triangle looked at her and laughed directly. Round and brown, Jacinta maneuvered around the other dancers
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At a plain desk cocooned in a sun cherished nookEditing my novel with a hour stolenVoices inside my head captured between pagesI can’t finish, I’m no writer, I’ll never be good enoughIn the citadel of books, all voices are shushedCloistered in hardback silence Cloistered in hardback silenceIn the citadel of books, all voices are shushedI
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“This is a hell of a lot harder than knit one, purl two,” Chris said. Her tongue stuck out a little while she concentrated over her needle and thread.“Language young lady,” aunt Nancy said as she rocked in the rocking chair. “Remember you’re the silly bitch who wanted to learn this old timey crap.” Aunt
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“Whatcha doing?” Tony asked“Just killing my darlings, sweetie peach,” Mom answered.Still typing on her keyboard, she turned and smiled over at him. Tony was used to her magic and weirdness.“Can I have a juice box?”“Have a glass of milk and grab me a beer.” Mom returned to the soft glow of her screen.Tony made a
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Once upon a timeDamsels in distressA tower among the cloudsThe hero on a questTrue love’s kissIn the dark a chittering of evil Tell one more pleaseBedtime is princesses and knightsMan eating giants and question filled trollsFluffy stuffed bears and race car comfortersNot for meMy dreams were fed on other stories Sharp knives and trip wiresSnap
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