The young dealer looked at his bread, lunch crumbling under the weight of haikus, and realized he’d have a better life in another city. He charmed a burning home out of the rain and glowed in her gaze. With the sparkle of a new suitcase, they left for the seaside where life would continue happily ever after.
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Like a Laying on of Hands
“I used to follow the odd jobs truck down the street when I’d see it. My friends did too, we all went together. We’d run, skate, or bicycle as fast as we could to keep up. Usually it would pass us easily but we could see it far enough ahead that we could catch up …
It’s Always Like This at the Start of a Ride
The highway depopulated during Mr. Junk Kary’s lightly careening philiafur-ride. Thoughts meandering, not unlike his car, to the direction of cinnamon and the tastes of must.
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