What we needed were not words and promises but the steady accumulation of small realities.
South of the Border, West of the SunHe’d need the woman’s help to set things right; he just didn’t like having to wake the dead.
Small ThingsYou learned to accept, or you ended up in a small room writing letters home with Crayolas.
Pet SemataryLearn how to read by taking small sips first. Drink my watery literary nipples.
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