and another one and another one and:

there is a man who appears to have beaten being ‘homeless’ by making his home the space under a stone railing about three blocks from my work.
upon an ordinary outing, i catch his eye.
“honey come here”
against my better judgement, i find my feet moving in his direction. we both seem mildly shocked.
“honey, i love you.”
“oh [...]

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correspondence:

dear mom,

camp is swell. i know in my first letter i said the kids were really mean to me and that i wanted to go home, but i have changed my mind. how are things back home? the sky is really pretty here. i wish you could be here with me sometimes at night. lying [...]

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