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Only the ticking of my grandfatherâ??s old watch lets me know Iâ??m still living. Iâ??ve pulled the shades. Killed the lights. Her black T-shirt covers the crack under my door. I hide under an old...
A faded colored print stopped my sifting through the junk drawer. I picked it up and felt the electricity of youth surge through my fingers. I smiled. A wind gust shook the window. â??The boxes are full...
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