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I blame ckm for this one.

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For all the writers out there being chased by cannibalistic children.

 

            Buck stands with his back against the wall while staring nervously out the window. He holds the revolver with both hands. He is sweating profusely. His hands shake constantly and I worry that his finger might slip. “We’re never going to get out of here alive,” he is saying.

 

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Grace Notes Books would like to thank all those who entered our 1st annual competition for collected short stories and essays. We received so many wonderful submissions that choosing finalists and winners was nearly an impossible task.

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the butcher and the breather 

            That night I had a heart attack. That night I laid in bed and listened to the people above me have sex and I waited for my heart to stop once and for all. It was two in the morning and then three and I’m still rolling cigarettes while waiting for the end to come. It was a long wait and I couldn’t help thinking how boring such a way to go was, which is why I kept rolling cigarettes, kept waiting for my heart to steady itself enough before I could masturbate and fall asleep. I’d much rather die in my sleep than have to be aware of my death while it was happening, seems like such a boring way to go, lying in bed, smoking cigarettes, watching Touch of Evil with the sound off, an erection begging out my boxer shorts, seems so inappropriate.

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part 7- How people die- the penetration 

Many months later, after many more things have happened in the lives of Jacob and Esau, one day the new Haitian apartment manager will knock on the door of Daphne and Jacob’s. Jacob will answer and will listen as the new Haitian apartment manager explains that he is checking all the apartments for holes in the paint, and he will ask Jacob if he has any holes in his paint.

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