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My head is under water and my eyes are closed. There’s a pressure building around me, and I am falling but completely still. The sound in my…
Tristan’s eyes open to the predawn light, the sky cobalt, everything in their bedroom dimly illuminated. He looks…
I am walking toward my apartment and I can feel the sun setting in the air. Before heading up, I pull a Newport from my carton of cigarettes…
We were born thirteen years apart; you were born on Thanksgiving, and me sometime in May, and for many years we lived under my parents’ house. We…
To anyone that would know him.
