It's a dark & dreary night. One of my room mates is trying to teach herself the accordian in the living room while another tries to sing along in Yiddish. I don't think what he's singing is actually Yiddish at all. I've locked myself in my room
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Pardon the blood on this letter. It certainly isn’t moose blood, despite moose being what Margaret Atwood, Michael Ontaatje, Miriam Towes, and I are currently tracking. It’s human blood. My own, actually. I was tying rope to a tree to secure our dollar store tarp over the tents. When I went to sever the excess length of the rope, my hand
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There were two sisters standing in line at Safeway. One was called Louise and she wore a dress that looked like a doily that someone's grandma had knit many years ago. She held a plastic basket containing Smarties and M&Ms, maraschino cherries, and cream. The other sister wore a pair of brown corduroy pants with a grey hoodie. She held only a
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Dorris found the head of customer relations to be intolerant and prone to temper tantrums at the slightest hint of unproductivity, but he listened right away to her entire story. Much to her dismay. To be fair, given the situation, it couldn’t very well be avoided
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