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I never saw or heard a gunshot.

I was woken by hammering from the apartment below mine, maybe muscly henchmen nailing parts of my skanky neighbor to the floor.

How many books have you read on milk?

Nobody knows how many black holes are in space, but studies have linked living to dying.

Dear Grasshopper, I’m glad I wasn’t born a cow.

Somehow we were always expecting something like this, a strange wind off the Atlantic, moaning and cursing and full of old hurts,

Suddenly, no one believes we walked on the moon.

Is it still winter where you are? Do you have a dancing monkey to help you get through it?

A body wrapped in a blue tarp was laid out on the lawn of a house.

Alexa told Amazon subscribers to kill their foster parents. I searched the hospitals and funeral homes for George, but didn’t find him. The temp wo