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Fretful Fiasco
During my childhood, Christmas was, without question, my favorite holiday. The myth, the magic, the mirth: everything about it was wonderful. I was raised Catholic, but by the time my sisters and I entered adolescence, my
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Evil of America
“Barb, I don’t know what to do — they want me to testify,” Jane said. “Wow. Shit just got real,” I said. “What do you mean you don’t know what to do? You have to. Not
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Itty-Bitty Committee
I must decline your invitation owing to a subsequent engagement. — Oscar Wilde I kept my eyes on the road while David called out numbers. “We’re looking for 976, so it’s probably going to be on the
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In the Doghouse
David and I rarely argue. Bicker, sure, everyone bickers — a cranky huff, a misunderstanding that leads to irritation, we are human after all. But argue? As in fundamentally disagree and dig our respective heels into
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The Judge
“Will you call Michelle?” “You call her,” I said. David huffed in frustration. “I don’t have my phone with me, and I’m driving. And it was your idea,” he said. “You can use my phone, you
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Eighteen
“Eighteen. That’s a big one,” I said. “We should get her lottery tickets.” “I don’t know what your thing is with lottery tickets, that’s the third time you’ve mentioned them,” David said. “Dana suggested something zebra-themed.
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Die, Ralph, Die
Kevin looked more confused than surprised when he found me on his doorstep. “Are you C.C.’s chauffer?” He gestured at my father, who was standing behind me. Though I had indeed done the driving, it wasn’t
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The Accident Part 2
I’d been traveling for 20 hours: from Shinjuku to Narita, Narita to San Francisco, San Francisco to San Diego, and finally, the short cab ride home. Once I’d dropped my suitcase in my bedroom, I began
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The Accident Part 1
“How’s he doing, everything okay?” It was an empty question — I was sure of the answer. There was no room in my mind to consider any alternative to fine. Dad had still been in surgery when
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Kappa
David followed my gaze to the green-painted humanoid statue. “Looks more like a turtle,” he said. “Turtles don’t have beaks. And look at its head – maybe it’s some kind of monk, that looks like a
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