Okay, so I’m not sure you’re ready for the real story of the bullet holes, but I’m gonna tell you. It starts where any good story does: CHILI. Yup, it was the Mayfair Annual Chili Cook-off Competition at the Mayfair Fairgrounds. People from all around the states were dragging their Dutch ovens*, sure that they…

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She waits. It’s not a gentle wait, like watching water lazily lap against the rocks at a shoreline. It’s the anticipation. The nervous anxious dread that bangs around inside her wasted heart. It is the wait of a person who is exhausted. Mortal coils can be brutally heavy to carry, drag, and walk with. But…

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I sit here judging someone who might be top of their class who might be a warm, wonderful, and truly decent human being. but his pant legs don’t match. One is raised. and his hipster pants have a low saggy crotch that cannot possibly be comfortable. and he’s sitting on the edge of the chair….

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To my Bug, You are the strongest person I know. The only person I love and the best person that I could ever share this adventure with. I cannot wait to run through the rainforest, climb the tallest mountain, and hike the Pacific Crest Trail with you. We are going to travel the world. The…

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Dear Diary, No. Dear me, No. Dear future self, No. This is not just for me but for the world. For everyone to read. Not just the medical journal and the CNN special. Or even some random posting on the latest social media. This is what it is like on the other side. On the…

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The Gallery Dear Admissions Committee Members: I wish to write you about someone who has applied to become one of your newest recruits, to protect and serve the Milky Way Galaxy with honour, graciousness, and a level of selflessness that you will NOT see anywhere else, I guarantee. I will be sharing a piece out…

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She watched the acorn fall slowly down the tree from one of the topmost branches of the giant old oak. The withered old tree barely ever produced many leaves, but was always able to create a multitude of fun lit hatted nuts as her MoSi had always called after them. Buri-Jaan would be calling her…

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Part One: The Same Day “Oh Clover, honey, I am so so sorry. I only left to use the bathroom.” Nanny, was in tears as we began the long drive home. Her staccato voice echoed in the space, “This is all my fault. I should have just walked away when Linda walked up to me….

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Trilly can’t wait to get her driver’s license, so she can just bring me to the doctor’s appointments without needing Nanny to take us. I know it gives Nanny something to do, and she’s happy to with us. I’m happy-sad that she sold that huge house when Poppy died. That was the year I learned…

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I have always wanted to run. Trilly can run, and it always fills me with that happy-sad, push-pull feeling. I want to be happy that she can let the wind send her long hair flying out behind her like a miniature kite on a string, but there is that whole other side of me that…

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