It Would Go A Little Something Like This

It would go a little something like this. I would kiss them all goodnight; mother, father, family. I would bid my brother bye-bye with a slap on his head. I would sweep through the kitchen door, dropping punchlines in my wake, and they would all be none the wiser that this was the end. I’d […]

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When He Asks You How You’re Doing

When he stops you in the hallway and asks you how you’re doing, your body freezes, your mind races, and you wonder if what you’re going to tell this man should contain any trace of the truth. You go for the one-armed church-hug, buying yourself two seconds to decide whether or not you should just […]

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