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His truck is a work of art. A gigantic, belching, rank, marvel of lever technology. It has a claw. An enormously frightening, squeaking, crunching claw. I am postively riveted. Fascinated, really.
I love the groaning engine, the hissing brakes, the smack of the bin against the hungry chomping mouth. I love the way it gobbles the [...]
I don’t even clean up the supper dishes after we eat. One minute, our table is alive with the sounds of our voices: me cajoling Toby to lick a chunk of banana, Toby driving a tractor around his plate obliviously, Greg recounting his day or dreaming aloud about a car he wants to buy, and [...]
It sounded like a long time twenty years ago. That was when my laugh lines showed only when I laughed.
Back when I knew, that at thirty, I would be rich and famous. A published author and former Olympic gymnast. Married to a… yuck. Not married. Boys made me barf.
It was a show my mom watched. [...]
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