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My father sets the box of newborn kittens into the pit of soil. I’ve done a good job with his shovel. He pats my bottom. I’ve tucked the right bullets into the pouch of my overalls. He lets me load the revolver, closes his hands around mine from behind. The gravel and silo and sky run together with mewing. Eggs over easy sputter and clap from the kitchen. I push the loose hair from my face, aim...
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just saw someone who graduated from my school on icarly i’m so excited about the sighting that i’m willing to admit i was watching icarly
Every word is an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.– Samuel Beckett