Dear D,

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She said, “I want to tell you my story, but I would like you to write it in the form of a letter to my ex-husband.”

Dear, D

On my 45th birthday I woke up and made tea and

 

Pied Piper

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She’s seated on a wooden bench in the brightly lit hallway, waiting to have an abortion. She’s 21-years old, still only recovering from the wreckage of teenage and now only confronting the full secrets of womanhood. Her mother thinks

 

Johnnie Still

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The man who drinks alone has learnt to sit alone. To sit alone takes a lot from you because you have to feed it your time and yourself. Not many men have learnt that discipline of sitting alone, of

 

Mike and Micah

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She will talk about the loneliness. However, in order to talk about loneliness, inevitably, she has to talk about choices. But first, there was a little issue of our meeting venue because her identity had to be super anonymous.

 

Quick One

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I’m in Addis. Transit from Paris, from Poland, from life to life. 

I’m in the business lounge because Remy Martin paid for the Business tickets. It’s 6:30am. A man sleeps with his mouth open in the seat across from

 

Kasupa

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When you wake up you assume you know how your day will end: you will drive home from work, your laptop wedged between the passenger seat and the back seat because you have some work to catch up on.

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