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choke down your pretext   throw a line a wiretap dots and dashes make a ribbon confessions are best said gift-wrapped   avoid his eyes what could be worse?   label me a lunatic and lock me in the house   i cannot feel this in public   know that if i could i would […]

Between the blue  lines of pale  wide ruled notebooks, I used to draw arrows (→) at the bottom  of my pages when fifth-grade teachers still wanted  hand-written essays. The arrows (→) signaled there was more  to read on the back. Turn the page!  it prompted. Letting them know I didn’t tr

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     Busia’s house always felt foreign to me. I was used to shag carpets, floral wallpapers, and watching Hogan’s Heroes on our white Zenith television back at home. Busia’s, on the other hand, was more like a relic from the postwar housing boom. The wallpapers were khaki-colored, spotted r

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