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I admired that stride; it was like he folded space in two with it.

Aimee Bender

You’re the perfect girl’, he said, rubbing his chin. ‘You expect nothing.
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Expect Girl Nothing Perfect Rub
I am not happy, help me — like a message in a bottle sent in each meal to the eater, and I got it. I got the message.
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Bottle Eater Esch Happy Help Meal Message Sent
The wine glasses are empty except for that one undrinkable red spot at the bottom.
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Bottom Empty Except Glasses Red Spot Wine
While she cut the mushrooms, she cried more than she had at the grave.
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Cry Cut Cutting Grave Moving Mushroom Simple
I didn’t mind the quiet stretches. It was like we were trying out the idea of being side by side.
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Idea Mind Quite Side Stretch Trying
If everything kept to its normal progression, we would live with the sadness-cry and then walk-but what really breaks us cleanest are the losses that happen out of order.
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Break Clean Cry Everything Happen Lose Normal Order Parent Progressive Walk
The writing I tend to think of as ‘good’ is good because it’s mysterious.
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Good Mysterious Tent Thinking Writing
Pouring over me, but it was a different kind, siphoned from a different, and tamer, body of water. I was her darling daughter; Joseph was her it.
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Body Darling Daughter Different Kind Pour Siphoned Tamer Water
and I get refill number three or four and the wine is making my bones loose and it’s giving my hair a red sheen and my breasts are blooming and my eyes feel sultry and wise and the dress is water.
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Bone Eye Four Giving Hair Lose Number Wine Wise
When the light at Vernon turned green, we stepped into the street and George grabbed my hand and the ghosts of our younger selves crossed with us.
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Ghost Grab Hand Light Self Step Street
It’s a pleasure to dive into Hirshberg’s storytelling skills in American Morons.
AIMEE BENDER

Country Dive Moron Pleasure Skill Story Telling
With my hand in his, I looked at all the apartment buildings with rushes of love, peering in the wide streetside windows that revealed living rooms painted in dark burgandies and matte reds.
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Apartment Building Dark Hand Look Love Peer Room Rush Streetside Window
The most so far, because she found the saddest thing of all to be the simple truth of her capacity to move on.
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All Capacity Found Fra Most Move Sad Simple Thing Truth
The stories themselves haunt, they stick around, they linger, inhabiting a little corner of the reader’s brain and resurfacing to evoke mystery or sadness or longing.
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Around Brain Corner Evoke Inhabiting Mystery Reader Resurfacing Sad Stick Story
I’m obsessed with adolescence. I love to write about people in their 20s.
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Adolescence Kind Obsess People Twenties Write
It is so often surprising, who rescues you at your lowest moments.
AIMEE BENDER

Lowest Moment Rescue Surprise

I admired that stride; it was like he folded space in two with it.

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