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SUNDAY

im sitting in the car. i put my keys in the ignition but before i turn them i am overcome by weight. i am overcome by heavy feelings in my hand, that connect through my elbow and along my triceps. 248 more words

NACHELSON

Jack Nachelson rests his gaze upon the hulls of fat metal slugs, looking for his sense of self. Slowly, cumbersome ships trawl into the harbour with uniform synchronicity – a tugboat in front and another in tow. 926 more words

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