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Journal: Dear Kitty
It’s been so long since we’ve really talked.
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Story: Last Night
There’s a little bridge over a little brook surrounded by trees, next to my dad’s apartment. The smallest possible but most convincing piece of nature, at the center of a grove of brutalist concrete buildings.
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Story: The Bloated Curmudgeon
One night I decided to sit in the rain and wait for death, but the fat bastard wouldn’t let me.