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1.5.9

Beep beep—the car door latch, check the mirrors, spin the engine up, thump into reverse, check for objects in the mirror, bend the car out, thump thump into drive.

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Neither comfort nor discomfort is generative alone.

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1.5.8

The front door knob was heavy, lead machinery and taut springs tangled up in a hidden knot behind the smooth, loyal swipe of its latch.

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Sweeps | Civilization

I swoon at the cooing of a new civilization. But my eyes must deceive me now—another phantasm appearing, another cinematic fantasy with a soundtrack to a future past, haunting the mind inside my ears. These birds on the earth, we called them doves—explain it again: is it morning or mourning? I still hear them stuck

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1.5.7

I’m home—the message cut the slowly collapsing white noise pressing in, heavy ocean water burying her buoyed head.

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People are not commodities. Demand has nothing to do with value.

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1.5.6

And she pictured herself there like a sad animal eating itself, slouched over the bowl of slurried ice cream in a silk nightie, hair oily, and the strange angle of her chin from the side.

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1.5.5

Evelyn sunk down the stairs, reluctantly, turning back at the bottom deep in thought, but there was nothing so she stared through the door into the kitchen.

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If I had a lot of friends, would you think more of me?

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