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i saw you in passing
the stain i should wash it the oatmeal sweater with the splotch on the sleeve i wonder, what did you eat? carrot juice, tomato soup? if i wash it than this testament that you were here, that you wore this sweater before i did, is gone and i don’t want to be the one to wash…
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summer so far
anticipation i wanted to grow up now i wish i could grow down i’m acting like a little kid dancing like a clown there’s simplicity in summer and i can’t wait to taste it time flies no matter what is it ever really wasted? rye beach i came here every summer as a kid it’s…
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on your own
Jillian’s phone rings and Andy’s name pops up on the screen. “Your mom has been crying and upset,” he said. “She feels like you don’t need her anymore.” We could hear her, sniffling in the background, obviously on speakerphone. “That’s not true, Mom,” we said. “Of course we need you.” “You’ve never moved without me,”…
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pen pals
It’s been years since my childhood neighbor, Theresa moved to Florida. But to me, it feels like yesterday. When I was maybe 12 years old, my sister and I played Barbies a lot. Playing Barbies meant setting up the entire basement as our universe, complete with a Barbie hot tub (Tupperware filled with warm water).…
diary of a 20 something 