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“The basis of literary friendship is mixing the poisoned bowl.”
You Cannot Lie about a Mountain
“Fuck you,” I said, but it was hard to say it with any meaning.
You Deserve Nothing
There were classes where you became a family. It was a kind of love affair.
You Remember the Pin Mill
Her cheek was like a plum about to burst and you had to close your eyes.
