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Sometimes, she said, mostly to herself, I feel I do not know my children…

Aimee Bender

While she cut the mushrooms, she cried more than she had at the grave.
AIMEE BENDER

Cry Cut Cutting Grave Moving Mushroom Simple
He was also removing all traces of any tiny leftover parts, and suddenly a ritual which I’d always found incestuous and gross seemed to me more like a desperate act on Joseph’s part to get out, to leave, to extract every little last remnant and bring it into open air.
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Carefully Concentrate Desperate Detail Intimate Leave Open Part Remnant Ritual Time
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
To see someone you love, in a bad setting, is one of the great barometers of gratitude.
AIMEE BENDER

Barometer Gratitude Love Setting Someone
When language is treated beautifully and interestingly, it can feel good for the body: It’s nourishing; it’s rejuvenating.
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Beautiful Body Feel Good Interesting Language Nourish Treat
Sometimes, she said, mostly to herself, I feel I do not know my children…
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Children Herself Mother Thinking
I peeled the skin off a grape in slippery little triangles, and I understood then that I would be undressing every item of food I could because my clothes would be staying on.
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Clothes Dating Grape Item Peel Skin Slippery Stay Triangle Understood Undressing
You’re the perfect girl’, he said, rubbing his chin. ‘You expect nothing.
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Expect Girl Nothing Perfect Rub
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.
AIMEE BENDER

Around Brain Corner Evoke Inhabiting Mystery Reader Resurfacing Sad Stick Story
I give boring people something to discuss over corn.
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Bore Corn Discuss Giving People
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
It seemed to happen in springs, the revealing of things.
AIMEE BENDER

Happen Reveal Seem Spring
We hit the sidewalk, and dropped hands. How I wished, right then, that the whole world was a street.
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Drop Hand Hit Sidewalk Street Wish World
Kissing George was a little like rolling in caramel after spending years surviving off rice sticks.
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Kiss People Rice Rolling Stick Survive Year
This is why everyone who eats a Whopper leaves a little more depressed than they were when they came in. Nobody cooked that burger.
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Burger Cook Depress Eat Everyone Leave Little More Nobody
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

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