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[recalescence]

Anthony’s apartment bordered a burned out pecan farm. At dusk, he called: come watch the magnolias drop. Sprawled on the floor of his living room, we stared out at the trees, ordered take-in. Four chimichangas, a burrito the size of my head. With our mouths full of salt and grease, we talked about Anais Nin and Henry Miller. I loved Anais most of

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[recalescence]

thank you :)

[tastyanagram]

Very good. The last paragraph made me jump out of the scene but will be different in a novel.

[recalescence]

i'm not sure about the last paragraph. if wh turns into a longer piece, i'll probably keep it, but i think in the story as-is it might not work.

[tastyanagram]

Yeah, in that case, I wouldn't keep it.