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crOwl
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they come armed, demanding his money, but will take his life. his wife, they push into the front room, their terrified children reeling, clinging to te seconds remaining of what they know as a family. they shoot him three times, unabashedly. two in the arms. one in the chest. he just did not come through. he's dead as failure. later, when the detectives show up and the paramedics drag the body away, the cockroaches collect in the generous pool of blood, feasting, until she washes it away with her tears.
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crOwl
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on a pancake sunday, we're having lunch in schenely park underneath a statue of christopher columbus figuring out what's worth doing next in our lives and focusing on what really matters. we think we're drunk on happiness. "but beware of coffee," your mother says. "it will make you want it all the time." we know someone who doesn't need anything. oh...to be one of a kind.
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cr0wl
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i tell him about the story i told to an enraptured group of children and he lit up as if a sun inside of him was bursting out of his eyes.
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080720
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what's it to you?
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