This is why everyone who eats a Whopper leaves a little more depressed than they were when they came in. Nobody cooked that burger.
AIMEE BENDERGlen Hirshberg’s stories are haunting, absolutely, but not only because of the content.
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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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She is the first gesture that creates a quiet that is full enough to make the baby sleep. My genes, my love, are rubber bands and rope; make yourself a structure you can live inside. Amen.
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I want to be violated by insight.
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Kissing George was a little like rolling in caramel after spending years surviving off rice sticks.
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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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Many kids, it seemed, would find out that their parents were flawed, messed-up people later in life, and I didn’t appreciate getting to know it all so strong and early.
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As a writer you ask yourself to dream while awake.
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I give boring people something to discuss over corn.
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A Dorito asks nothing of you, which is its great gift. It only asks that you are not there.
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I’m obsessed with adolescence. I love to write about people in their 20s.
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My lover is experiencing reverse evolution.
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To see someone you love, in a bad setting, is one of the great barometers of gratitude.
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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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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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And the warmth of the music inside her, did she believe, for even one glorious second, that her passion had arrived?
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