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You *** Having given in to an unusual style of doom a thought that has no back up room the dead end blocks and the look of the resentful eye and in my death I won’t say hi Having pushed

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XX *** Natia was only four years older than me, but in my memories of her from when I was a kid, she appeared as someone who knew more than anyone else in my life about everything. Perhaps it was

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Name *** She says dumb shit like that out of her mouth. Her mouth is wet. She calls me Rose. She has three sons. The youngest, Sammy, is too small to count. His hair is so light it’s almost transparent:

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Lady Pride *** Dear L, It’s been so long… Like every member of an oppressed class, you yourself participate in the insulting of others like you, hoping thereby to make it obvious that you as an individual are above their