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OUTGROWTHS

8:45 p.m. The passing of time clings to us like syrupy resin, and when the sucking on my balls finally quiets down I feel – no…

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THE WEEK I DELIVERED THE MAIL

I started delivering the mail to save my marriage. My wife and I had only been married for a few months, she had just become pregnant. Every night I laid…

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