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.
AIMEE BENDERThat she might not actually know us seemed the humblest thing a mother could admit.
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But the sky is interesting, it changes all the time.
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That she might not actually know us seemed the humblest thing a mother could admit.
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Mom flipped through the magazines like the pages needed to be slapped.
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When language is treated beautifully and interestingly, it can feel good for the body: It’s nourishing; it’s rejuvenating.
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I give boring people something to discuss over corn.
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The most so far, because she found the saddest thing of all to be the simple truth of her capacity to move on.
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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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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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I was right at the edge of their circle, like the tail of a Q…
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I was with them for all of it, but more like an echo than a participant.
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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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A Dorito asks nothing of you, which is its great gift. It only asks that you are not there.
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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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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 a writer you ask yourself to dream while awake.
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