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Approaching Perfection
I’m sitting in a small wooden chair outside of the head of the writing department’s office.
Still Crying
A car parked in the parking lot, not ten yards away, blasting Kanye West’s “Bound 2”, and it poured through the open window of Alex’s apartment.
Residential Developments
It was a neighbor who contacted me, purportedly out of the goodness of her heart.
My Dying Heir
The girls bathed my son in the morning, as they do every morning. I call him retarded but doctors don’t know what it is actually.