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A lady falls in love with a potato. Why? Well, it’s a handsome potato, so there is that. But when she fishes it out of the potato bag and hefts it in her hand, its eyes are facing up …
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A lady falls in love with a potato. Why? Well, it’s a handsome potato, so there is that. But when she fishes it out of the potato bag and hefts it in her hand, its eyes are facing up …
But this isn’t a closet story.
Or a jealous story.
Or a throwing story.
It is an Amanda story. How since forever and forever she has wanted me dead.
But it isn’t a murder story either.
Unless you think that …
Easier than lugging our flesh around or the inconvenience of bones. Besides, this way I can know once and for all that you love what’s inside of me, the way you always say.
I get to the diner before you …
white and fragrant as it is has to take the place of a man who called all slippery with excuses, and you know better than to believe them because love is a pinch and you’re good with that, and you …
In fact, I’m standing here in my stupidsuit, the one I might wear for a job interview. I am hoping this will get you back.
I know better, that is, I should know better, but really your smile is like …
Again.
She tries on her closet. Nothing fits.
She throws out her clothes. She’s done this before. And twice before that.
With nothing to wear, she is glad she has no lover, no places to go.
But first, there will …