My lover is experiencing reverse evolution.
AIMEE BENDERMom flipped through the magazines like the pages needed to be slapped.
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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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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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Not getting bored of my own story and/or character is one of the main struggles.
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I watched as she added a question mark at the end. Arc, line, space, dot.
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There’s a gift in your lap and it’s beautifully wrapped and it’s not your birthday.
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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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Mom loved my brother more. Not that she didn’t love me – I felt the wash of her love every day.
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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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It is so often surprising, who rescues you at your lowest moments.
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I admired that stride; it was like he folded space in two with it.
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I could feel the tears beginning to collect in my throat again, but I pushed them apart, away from each other. Tears are only a threat in groups.
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As soon as you laugh from nerves or make a joke or say something just to say something or get all involved with the bushes, then you blow open a window in your house of desire and it can’t heat up as well. Cold draft comes in.
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You’re the perfect girl’, he said, rubbing his chin. ‘You expect nothing.
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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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It’s a pleasure to dive into Hirshberg’s storytelling skills in American Morons.
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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 give boring people something to discuss over corn.
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It seemed to happen in springs, the revealing of things.
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I knew if I ate anything of hers again, it would lkely tell me the same message: help me,
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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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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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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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Language is the ticket to plot and character, after all, because both are built out of language.
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The wine glasses are empty except for that one undrinkable red spot at the bottom.
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We hit the sidewalk, and dropped hands. How I wished, right then, that the whole world was a street.
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