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Every morning I wake up to the normal sun shooting through the left window, blinding me as I try to open my eyes. My dog, Donald, barks up a storm. He insists that every morning at exactly 7:04, he...
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The eyeliner makes the dark circles less pronounced. The lip gloss hides the trembling. The ponytail conceals missing patches of hair. The Abercrombie sweater covers bruises. I might look at bit...
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Wouldn't it be strange if words came out in solid formwhen we spoke? Every time we said something, words would fall from ourmouths and gather on the floor in a pile of...