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I took him serious, and he took me for a child.

The first time I walked into the new pizza restaurant, I saw him building pizza boxes behind the counter. 1,051 more words


I can feel it
A burn
An itch
Just under my watch band
The thud of a pulse waiting to bleed
A voice in my head saying… 73 more words


It’s too late now. Gravity has begun pulling at my bones, twisting and tearing at muscles and tendons, stretching them until they feel as if they will split. 640 more words