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I’m obsessed with adolescence. I love to write about people in their 20s.

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That she might not actually know us seemed the humblest thing a mother could admit.
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Actually Admit Humble might Mother Seem She
You try, you seem totally nuts, you go underground.
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Nuts Trying Seem Totally Underground
But I loved George in part because he believed me; because if I stood in a cold, plain room and yelled FIRE, he would walk over and ask me why.
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Ask Believe Cold Fire Pain Part Room Why
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
I am the drying meadow; you the unspoken apology; he is the fluctuating distance between mother and son.
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Apology Baby Distance Drying Fluctuate Life Mother Son Unspoken
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
Glen Hirshberg’s stories are haunting, absolutely, but not only because of the content.
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Absolute Brain Content Haunt Sadness Skill Sorry
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
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
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
I felt the crumpled paper that had taken the place of my lungs expand as if released from a fist.
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Expand Fist List Lung Paper Release Taken
We’re all getting too smart. Our brains are just getting bigger and bigger, and the world dries up and dies when there’s too much thought and not enough heart.
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Bigger Brain Dry Heart Smart Up World
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
You’re the perfect girl’, he said, rubbing his chin. ‘You expect nothing.
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Expect Girl Nothing Perfect Rub
But what I kept wondering about is this: that first second when she felt her skirt burning, what did she think?
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Believe Burning Kept Passion Second Skirt Think Thinking Wonder
As a writer you ask yourself to dream while awake.
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Awake Dreams Writer Writing Yourself

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