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The Grieving Process
The Grieving Process
A shovelful of soil hit the lid of the coffin with a thump. “Saddest sound in the world,” my twin brother said. Good thing you weren’t there. We started to
A Night at the Circus
A Night at the Circus
The night Elvis died on the toilet he was like a circus without wild animals. A neighbor’s child was able to crawl out, I don’t know how. One man painted h
Worlds Otherwise Hidden
Worlds Otherwise Hidden
I saw something big out of the corner of my eye. At first I thought it was a dead cow. Then it turned around and looked at me, and I said, “Tiffany, it’s a