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Sunlight streams in through our open window, the sheer curtains fluttering about in a breeze that tickles our faces and coaxes us from our sleep. I pretend I…
If it weren’t for the rack of King Arthur keychains, and the pyramid of mugs with the faces of actors from that doctor show Mom and Cat watched,…
Isn’t it a tragedy a pity a shamethe reason we’re all here today waiting for the detective to leap on the table likea Labrador eying the Christmas turkey…
At one point, 812 Firkin Street must have been a normal house. After things started getting bad, I developed an interest in the people who had lived there…
I conceived her through the death of my first child. I was in the hospital, almost delirious because I had lost so much blood, which had come out…
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