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I was between a rock and an asshole like always.

Were you talking to Jennifer while I was in the shower?

She was a delicate flower in the freezing wind.

Just the wooden skeletal outline of something not yet there.

I wonder what river they came from.

We were promised so many things.

I never should have taken the job.

I never told Tanner how much of me went with him when things ended.

Never tell Susan you slept with Daniel.

You can’t go out tonight, Mamma says.

He stared at an HIV worker’s worst nightmare.

We would crack open some beers and have our dinner, not thinking about how those Sundays were flowing past us, steadily and irretrievably, like the current of the river.

I am way too young for you, old man.

Down the airstrip where the trail runs through pastureland the gauchos are passing a carton of wine. I’ll have to walk past them to get to town.

It’s not a glamour part. We’re doing a Western.

You have sprouted wings, you are ready to fly.

For The Guy Dressed Like Fidel Castro at San Diego International Airport.

The honeymoon in Paris had been Marlene’s idea, but she couldn’t remember who’d started the fight.

She is smiling because her daddy won’t be home tonight.

Here’s the thing I fear, my dear.

So easily we shatter.

What is the time if the big hand is on the 12 and the little hand is on the five?” “Five o’clock, far.”

One day things will change.

That’s not love.

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