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The crunching was hurting his head. “It’s a chip,” I whispered.
I nodded, although at points I was barely listening.
I took a picture and captioned it, “This is what transnational loneliness looks like.”
Re-emerging from the air-conditioned world we found it had rained, and stopped.
I am the doctor with a diagnosis, the telegram that comes early in the morning, the six missed calls from your mom
Okay, that is really dramatic. I am not that important.
Her short snout and desperate gaze make her abnormally irresistible to humans.
As though wearing colour was the mistake instead of just being a woman.
I felt like I worked to get this object and therefore moved it all over the country.