He’d said I was part-seagull, and he was too.
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“The shape of her grew smaller and smaller until she was only a speck at the edge of the road.”
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“I always wanted to build a house beside the lake with her. It would’ve been a place where we could grow old and fat together and be buried in the ...
Space does not exist.
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Do you think that time makes it harder to feel, or harder to pretend you’re not?
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“And these things that happen to us. They don’t just live in the past. They echo.”
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Puddle onto concrete and thrashing, weaker-weaker before subsiding to limp stillness.
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I liked Ben enough. I didn’t love him; I could never love someone so whole.
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He drives a bus, he lives above a shop, he drinks cheap wine, and he is now alone.
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His mother hovers over a pirate ship cake. The father loiters by the tea urn.
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I’m not having a bad time. It’s just a time.
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Our evenings are filled with hospital dramas and 10:00pm bedtimes and getting irritated when one of us reads with the light on, the lamp glowing yellow in the room like ...
He knows he is searching for something that is no longer there.
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“All who witnessed her performance felt like they had become part of a strange and romantic movie.”
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Someone has already been sick, somewhere. I can smell it. It’s not on me, the smell. How long do I have left? He won’t stop at every stop – he’ll ...
I strained to identify flaws, anomalies, patterns in her biography; anything that would point, however subtly, to when and why her fear of elevators began.
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He says he married a girl who is sweet and merry
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Rain spiders don’t like rain. That is why they come inside.
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What would’ve happened if we’d never met – only shared a glance and a smile across a packed auditorium, the fresh lacquer smell of the stage mingling with stale cigarette ...
I gotta say, the days out here are gettin’ tougher and tougher.
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