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Carrie put her feet over the side of the bed and listened.

At the wedding you dressed in rented black and stood with the rest of them in front of the altar, your a hair scruffing out of the sleek collar like whisps of unruly stuffing and I found myself wondering if you were filled with SOLID NEW MATERIAL ONLY.

Cliff Helnick, this asshole manager, was yelling at me for more beer the whole night, and I never would've remembered Betty out of the crowd if she hadn't come up to me at the end of the shift and asked in this little birdseed voice to look for a watch she had lost.

In the year of the Olympics, I was asked to appeare at a summer school of the arts in Saskatchewan which used to be a sanatorium for patients suffering from ailments.

The body shells are red, with black upholstery.

Right now the only thing I want to do is run, get out into the air and just run.

There's a deer no gun's

You are a stamp collector, old widowed, living in one room on a paltry pension.

I used to dream of Tony dead.

"Julio, did I ever tell you about the wild horses?"