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Gorilla Dreams
Continue reading: Gorilla DreamsMy name is Morgan. As for my last name, shit, I had dozens of them. Make up one. Amuse yourself. Some members of the press know me as Morgan the Cunt-knife. I’m sure you’ve seen me on TV, in the newspapers. You probably have a friend of a friend who’s liked me on Facebook.
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Refusal
Continue reading: RefusalThe boy showed up at the side of her ice cream truck wearing a fedora (probably his grandfather’s) and a beige leisure suit stretched tight across his pudgy belly.
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Sunflowers
Continue reading: SunflowersOn a late Thursday afternoon in January of 1968, a trumpet teacher molested my brother. Or so I think—I’m not sure exactly what happened.
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The Show
Continue reading: The ShowOut toward edge of town, buildings crumble around the vacant lots and trashcan fires, and as I walk past the decay, I feel like I’m being chewed up by a giant mouth filled with rotten teeth. I keep heading toward the Gryphon’s Den where I’m supposed to meet Geoff and settle some business.