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He exhaled with a nervous smile because all he could think of was how they'd known each other like this for six months and still hadn’t fucked.

So simple to be kissing a man who'd written the kinds of books her classmates were reading in classes like The New American Novel.

I’m surprised by the calmness in my voice. You forgot to lock the front door. You moved out and turned my life into a fucking joke.

Your first venture out since the baby and here you are: unkempt, wearing sweatpants despite the heat.

He had taken so much Dayquil at work that day he was reminded of the first time he smoked pot in college.

Truth was, the chili gave me indigestion, but I couldn’t hang around without buying anything.

I wanted to leave a hole as big as me. Free up the space I’d taken, more than my share. If only that surgeon had cut me down to size.

She leans in over the pedestal sink, turns the cold water spigot off, and peers at the half of her face that remains. Her face has been torn in two.