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Around Ever’s thumb, a skirt of dead skin wavered in the breeze. Each flap nodded off a bit of orange, yellow, and brown glitter, costellating the air in autumnal corruscations. “Are you doing a hand peel?” Nova asked, mooning over the small phenomenon the skin flaps emitted. “This is the third day of it, my hands should be as soft as a baby's by next week!” Ever chirped. Nova plagued her paper turkey with a third eye in her lack of focus. Ever always seemed to create small, poetic wonders like this. There they were, seated at a table-...
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Marion watched as a congregation of white fabric circulated a vacuity, every round marking the downtick of her focus… her brain activity… her will to live. Thoughts composed then disassembled, too frivolous to carry out. She watched as groupings of cloth were ferried about the small laundromat in baskets, eddying when people stopped in lines—shifting their weight from toe to heel. Then, finally, the basket would strand on some open surface or another—never the floor, though. Marion returned her gaze to the washing machine,...
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