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Eyes remember in the middle of things. They neglect to record the beginning and they certainly stop before the end. Eyes remember the...

Mom. Always first to the slaughter, but always the first to say I love you- go fuck yourself! How was school? Don’t be a jackass. Jesus...

A stream of restless nights would follow the first motionless slumber. The three pairs of feet bound to the end of the queen-sized...