Falling for Love

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I don’t need to see his body to know that Nicholas would never choose to jump off the balcony. He was probably trying to save our cat, Meander, who had a habit of slipping between the door jam and my open legs, and before I knew it, she’d be up on the railing. I don’t mean to let her out all the time, I just can’t close the heavy sliding door fast enough to block her. If we owned the place, we would have replaced it. I don’t use the balcony often—I’m acrophobic—but I like a smoke now and again, [...] Continue reading

Done Being Done

Done Being Done

You’re done with your feelings. Their heavy, fickle winds hiss in your casing. They blow your shell til it breaks. They wax […]

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