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They do, however, believe in spirits, engkantos, and the bruha.
Social Security sends us checks every month to say sorry about our mom. A thousand sorries for me and a thousand sorries for Vivian, and we accept them all.
The blisters came two summers ago, after college. The biopsy came back inconclusive, so every month I go back to the office for a check-up.
They used to launch shuttles from the town, but that was all over now. Space had become derivative and unimportant and old.
We nibble at the sandwiches and make stilted conversation with one another’s better halves. The managers loom in the corner.
If she could speak, she would tell me she’s glad my reckoning has arrived.
We’re each of us on our third glass of rosé when the Bachelorette sends home the Last Man of Color.
With the baby came trouble, but not any of the kind the mommy blogs warned Ana about.
She was frightened by the lackadaisical way he displayed his violence, the way America trained her students.
Maybe it’s strange that I haven’t acknowledged my ex, but how can I after the nails, which are either about me or not about me, and which is worse?
Talking about it would make me sound mentally ill, and sounding mentally ill—in this economy?—feels dangerous.
I'm a good housemate. I leave very little trace of myself.
The house erupted faster than it should, but that’s the trouble with dancing on somebody else’s hurt.
My mother’s favorite spring has water that reflects her beauty more honestly than a front-facing camera.
Some women attract deadbeats; others, their fathers. Isn’t it possible, then, for some women to attract gay guys?
One didn’t come all this way in the careful study of the instrument to play it safe.
Though Zya had been too young to recognize it as unusual, she could remember the first time Rania had washed her brain.
They weren’t shaped in the same image he had of the older Korean boys Jacob had not seen since he left, these hyungs who towered over Jacob still.
Good mothers don’t lose composure, she thought, even if an asteroid is heading at them, they don’t loosen screen time limits or miss piano lessons.
Suddenly a heart beat inside its concrete shell. It was a murmur, a light and irregular thing, so faint that I wondered if it was real.
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