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part one.

*** I ask if you want to get a coffee. You ask what time, and where. Your neighborhood, naturally, and sometime later. I don't know. By now I'..

a brief sketch of one of the more charming beings i've encountered.

Sleep doesn’t come easily to Franklin anymore. Now he’s got worries restricted to the realm of adulthood: bills, books, work, making f..

i bite my lip to red and remember fear i felt so long ago it doesn’t matter i was a kid and i faced a monster a stranger eleven feet tall,..

rife with inaccuracy and doubt.

please, not another love poem. i’ve had enough of that. i’ve had enough of your eternal declarations repetitions assumptions fortun..

four hours in november.

Any compatibility between the two was imagined. His sensibility reflected the tastes of the time, the style, the mode – he only showed a shadow ..

wherein we fight the urge to take flight.