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my grandmother had a witch, made out of rubber, or something like it. you could see through it. she could sing, the witch could sing. you would press this button and the witch would sing. i never liked it, never liked the witch. she would say things to you too and i wouldn’t like it. a lot of people could say things to me and i wouldn’t like it. i never liked it, never liked the witch.
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his brother slammed him against the wall. he didnt really know what to do he never really knew what to do when his brother would do things like slam him against the wall. he kind of respected his brother he knew his brother had seen a lot of religious plays. he just thought it felt like something that deserved a lot if respect. a lot of play like that. plays that were so warm on rainy nights. quiet and tired. someone who had seen a lot of religious plays deserved a lot of respect
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they were at his sister’s wedding, he asked his father to dance with him. no, that would be a gay thing to do. that’s what he said, it would be gay, you should ask your cousin to dance. he didn’t mean like, for his father to touch him while they danced. it was a fast song. like just shake your arms and move around a tiled floor. that would be a gay thing to do, you should always ask your cousin to dance. he never felt like dancing before and hasn’t since.
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son, your mother and i were worried sick. son, your mother and i were worried to the point of trembling and vomiting. son, your mother and i were crying for hours. son, your mother and
10:30
and now they have smiling faces with halos floating over them in telephones, a religious icon floating over a smiling alien head, a collection of pixels on a screen, on a telephone, a preset button to touch, to send a representation of yourself with a halo floating over your head, so sinister and smiling all the time
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they lived next to each other for over fifty years, with living rooms that mimicked each other too uncomfortably for it to not be a complete coincidence. those rooms are so eternally quiet, not moving and never changing and never gathering dust all the same. i don’t think any music has ever been played in those rooms. you can look at them and tell that. you can look at them and tell that no one has ever said they loved another and meant it while they were in those rooms.
