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That story wound up in a highly respected, second-tier literary journal. Surprisingly, we were still dating when the issue arrived in my mailbox. Showing …
…ance used to laugh at my dreams. He called me “cute” whenever I sat down to write. This one time, I declined an invitation to sex so I could finish a short story. He asked why writing meant so much to me. “It…
…you are for them and wherever they’re going, and how happy you are that they’re happy — or how sad, conversely, you are if they’re sad.