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A Chapter by puffz
It's Sunday,Fall, with cool breeze.Dad comes homeleft soccer earlyfor the weddingwe look at the timeask, where's mom?she strolls inthirty minutes late..
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A Chapter by puffz
In junior high,Paul,misses 2 weeks of class.All his friends,including me,visit his hospital.No more sugar.Strict diet.I'm diabetiche says.We give himf..
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A Chapter by puffz
I met Joein Brooklyn Technical High School.He was tall,thin,bleach blond hair,and long bangshe chewed onor curled behind his ear.He worebig pants,loud..
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A Chapter by puffz
My familiy livedon the third floor,in a brick-red buildingon Roosevelt Avenue.We made enough moneyto payfor a one bedroom.My brother and I shared it.T..
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A Chapter by puffz
From the day my brothercan walk,he sits onmy father's lapwhile father drovehis brown work van.With the best seatin the van,Daniel easily seesover the ..
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A Chapter by puffz
I took a couple strands of my hairand from root to tip.I felt for smoothnessand pulled them if they weren't.My parents sometimes,did not talk to each ..
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A Chapter by puffz
My father whistles songshe can't sing alongin English.He whistles Korean folk songs,his mother sung to him.He whistles, noddingto his own beat.Pursed ..
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A Chapter by puffz
A one meter rulerslappedon top,of my bruised calves.He stoppedwhen it broke.He raised his right hand,I flinched before it struck.Closed my eyes.Does h..
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A Chapter by puffz
You've changed so muchAnd bruises never leave permanent marksDaddy,You,Broke crab legs for the eldersate none yourselfYou dyedmy mother's hair and min..
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