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You ask, Could we have coffee? No, my truth, I’m still on this side.

“Fuck you,” I said, but it was hard to say it with any meaning.

There were classes where you became a family. It was a kind of love affair.

We began to obsess over water, where it came from, where it was going.

I’ve got my hands around the man’s legs when I notice the blood.

You slouched on the couch, naked, in front of the air conditioner.

“O youth! The strength of it, the faith of it, the imagination of it!”

The joy and anguish of youth, captured in two six-word stories.

It was the way of the world: everybody wanted someone else.

Dr. Zee knows his son is struggling up out of some chemical fog.