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Two Still Nights
But nothing was still in hindsight. The cigarette rolled along your fingers and waggled red ash circles spilling mites of gray under splinters of the…
Sep 6
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Rudy Beer
August 2025
Morning Honey
When he’d dropped his cold egg salad into the switch, he lost a month’s work and developed a new strategy to bear the office.
Aug 23
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Rudy Beer
July 2025
His Last Words
Just before he died, my husband started rambling this story to me (roughly, I transcribed it as fast as I could).
Jul 22
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Rudy Beer
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