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Mr. Chuck Stonehill walked over from next door and told me he found a tackle-box, a bullet, and a rubber by the picnic table in the backyard under the palm tree between our rusting beach trailers.

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Schnozzle

Linda BuckmasterMarch 19, 2019

I was so innocent that my first thought was he didn’t know he was exposed. But the way he was staring at me so fixedly soon made me realize it was on purpose.

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For Urgent Prayer, Please Press 1

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Lonely Boy Fights

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Lonely Boy Dates

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Lonely Boy Dances

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Lonely Boy Grocery Shops

Iljeen JoJanuary 9, 2019

I’m too lazy to walk the 1.5 miles to Publix, so I hail a Lyft and sit on the apartment complex stairs with my chin in my palm, thinking about a Buddhist koan...

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Iljeen JoJanuary 8, 2019

Walking Alafaya Trail, I understand that death has taken the same path...

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Iljeen JoJanuary 7, 2019

In Orlando, friends have streamed in and out of my life. Musicians, writers, sculptors, martial artists, undergrads, everyday people with big dreams of traveling the world. People who give me rides.

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