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“Fire burns anything it touches right up, and here all these people were, inviting it into their bodies. How strange, Libby thought, and how strangely understandable.”
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“You tell her about your sisters and their boyfriends, how they would hide in the back of the grove, give you a dollar not to tell your parents. You tell her about how you’d watch them on the bus, the way they’d blush when the boys nudged them or made a joke.”
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“Benny, who wouldn’t turn twenty-two for another six weeks, had been throwing hard for two innings and the pain in his right shoulder was scaling up. He was sweating, lightheaded.”
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“‘I think I’ll go walk the shore,’ my grandfather said.”
(content warning: domestic violence)
“I smush myself flat, wedged tight between the backside of the door against the wall, learning in-between the crack. Momma’s had to put steak on her eye before, & she didn’t waste the meat, either. Took to bed instead of church that Sunday, too.”
“”You’ve gotta move,” I’d shout above the roar, I don’t know how loud since I wore good ear-covers. No problem, apparently, after a few of those rocking-horse staggers like they do, just barely out of my path. “You’re gonna get sprayed!” Mulched clippings shot from under the machine, but that only happened once. Henny-Penny always foraged on the safe side after that.”
“It didn’t behave like a bird, either. It did not fly. Instead, it liked to read—at least it looked like it did.”
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“Out,” she says. My tongue drops and she rolls the swab against the back of my throat with her gloved hand. She smiles and hums while she rotates her wrist.
This must be how the hundred or so writers feel while they wait on my ass to figure out what the fuck I’m doing with my life.
“‘Hey, hey, what’s it take to go missing nowadays? I mean, what does it take, you know? With all of the cameras and phones and credit cards, how does one just go out and never come back?’ You ever wonder that?”