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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.

Aimee Bender

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
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
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
I have had with novel writing, and I have put to bed big chunks of work that just didn’t sustain my interest.
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Bed Big Interest Novel Sustain Work Writing
That’s the thing with handmade items. They still have the person’s mark on them, and when you hold them, you feel less alone.
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Burger Feel Handmade Hold Item Little Person
It’s such a fraught and exciting and kind of horrible time.
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Excite Fraught Horrible Kind Such Time
I admired that stride; it was like he folded space in two with it.
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Admire Fold Like Space Stride Two
I give boring people something to discuss over corn.
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Bore Corn Discuss Giving People
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
My eyelids are my own private cave, he murmured. That I can go to anytime I want.
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Anytime Cave Eyelid Private Want
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
Mom flipped through the magazines like the pages needed to be slapped.
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Flip Magazine Mom Need Page Slap
It was like we were exchanging codes, on how to be a father and a daughter, like we’d read about it in a manual, translated from another language, and were doing our best with what we could understand.
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Code Daughter Details exchange Father Language Read
Listen. Look. Desire is a house. Desire needs closed space. Desire runs out of doors or windows, or slats or pinpricks, it can’t fit under the sky, too large. Close the doors. Close the windows.
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Blow Close Desire Door Large Listen Need Run Sky Space Window
Large meadows are lovely for picnics and romping, but they are for the lighter feelings. Meadows do not make me want to write.
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Feeling Lighter Lovely Meadow Picnic Romp Writing
I’m obsessed with adolescence. I love to write about people in their 20s.
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Adolescence Kind Obsess People Twenties Write

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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