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Does this look like Chi?

Does this look like Chi?

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There are two types of kids. The type when they get sick their parent takes them to the doctor and they get better. Then there are kids who’d get sick and don’t know how to go to the doctor. All they know is that it probably cost money that they don’t have and their mommore

In the Bar Ditch

In the Bar Ditch

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We got greedy. We wanted a baby out of her. She was so nice we couldn’t just have one of her. We needed two. Now we have none of her.more

We’d Be Soldiers

We’d Be Soldiers

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“They were my friends, and I wanted to kill them.”more

Piss-ants

Piss-ants

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Skip knocked on the cabin door. Didn’t get an answer. Walked right in. The place was as he remembered it. Stuffed with stuffed animals. Birds and foxes on fake wood perches. Deer heads hovering over the wood-burning stove. Largemouth bass in exaggerated poses of high drama. A stink hung in the air like a chandelier.more

Curable by Marriage

Curable by Marriage

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“You can’t start here, you can’t admit this to anyone, for fear they’ll doubt your love is real…” more

I’ll Explain That There Was a War On

I’ll Explain That There Was a War On

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My grandfather used to ask to see my cigarettes. “Get the bell,” he’d say, turning the pack over in his hands, “it’s pell-mell.” Then he would smile and ask if that commercial was still running, even though he knew it wasn’t. He had quit smoking before I was born, but he still asked how mymore

What Gable Massey Did After His Wife Left Him

What Gable Massey Did After His Wife Left Him

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Gable smiled when he imagined Hollis climbing behind the wheel in the mornings, looping her seatbelt across her chest and wondering why her Saturn always seemed to smell like her former husband.more

Oh to be Burt

Oh to be Burt

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To get chicks you had to be like Burt. It was either be like Burt and get all the chicks or not be like Burt and get nothing. Since I didn’t have chicks I must not be like Burt. So I studied Burt. Burt was a football legend. Everybody knew that. He played one inmore

The Orchard

The Orchard

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Even just thinking about those old days with my cousin Bass, the back-back yard, my sister Hannah, the smell of murky water, I have to do quiet, like I’m listening to adult conversation from around a corner. more

Dog

Dog

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“Have you ever shot anything before?” Mary aimed the gun at Byron’s foot, and watched him step back. “You can kiss me again.”more