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This story contains descriptions of a serous injury At the intersection, I could go right and head home – but turning left would take me back. Back to Rose. I felt my chest tighten as I made the choice. I turned right. As I spun the wheel, a large minivan blew through a red light and slammed full speed into my old Toyota. Everything went dark. Shit, I thought, realizing I couldn’t move. A faint beeping echoed somewhere. I felt a brush against my cheek – light and fluttering, like the wings of a dragonfly. Shit, I thought again as my eyes cra...
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I had already turned half the house upside down looking for the damn salt. Where the hell is she hiding it? I searched the kitchen drawers and tore up the living room – I even checked under the couch cushions. This place - God, it stinks. The sour, musty air makes the walls feel like they’re closing in. I ran up and down the hall, desperate, opening every door. Damn this fucking chicken soup; it’s never salty enough.Frustration burned in my chest as I dug through the fridge. But then, my heart skipped. It wasn’t salt – but a beautiful, three...
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