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Submitted to Contest #29
We would run down the lane behind her house. After the rain, when the potholes were filled with water. Flecks of mud stuck to our legs and dried that way. I flicked them off in the bathtub before Dad got home; it’s always that way with fathers, isn’t it? No matter how kind and forgiving and gentle they can be with their children, there are some things you just can’t tell them. You know they won’t always react the way you need them too.“What are you getting?” Alison’s voice is unravelling, the thread of a sweater well-loved but unable to surv...
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