That SF still pushes all the right buttons.
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some days I remember the lies you told me and i laugh at both of us at me, for wanting so badly to believe you at you, for having t...
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To her daughter, sprawled on the floor with a stack of Google maps and sharpie, what are you doing dear? Looking for two way streets. W...
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lucia berlin writes well. almost too well. her prose is descriptive, the imagery is fragrant, concrete, but repetitive. is all writing that ...
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we were moving. it was a group effort. we had rented one of those big 18 wheeler trucks and used it to port everyone's things around. ev...
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