Twister 561

He heard something funky and crossed the street and saw eleven kids beating bongos and he thought thoughts of happiness but also of failure.

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Twister 560

One day Fred woke up without a nose. Suddenly he lost his fear of public washrooms. Sure kids laughed at him but they no longer repulsed him

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Twister 559

His skin feels cold, she says. And kind of clammy, she says. And he’s sleeping way too much, she says. He’s dead you idiot, the doctor says.

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Twister 558

Jones can feel the pressure, their eyes boring holes into his like drill bits. I can do this! he yells. And then suddenly the cable returns.

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Twister 557

She’s into yoga and high fashion so he calls her Shanti Pants. Her veganism is often interrupted by bacon. She loves her red cocktails sweet

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Twister 556

He falls apart when the boss asks him to sit. She’s straightforward. Be strong, she says. And because he knows he can’t, he cries some more.

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Twister 555

It was the in between weather that got to him. What the heck is fleece? he says. Would you make a decision, she says. I’m so fucked, he says

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Twister 554

I’m staring at the wall. At the tiny cracks hiding under the layers of paint. Each stain with its own story. When is my show going to start?

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Twister 553

He hushed the audience when he said “perception.” Then he said “brand” and they were his. But when he said “grotto” they turned on him. Hard

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Twister 552

He flicks the ashes and watches them fall to the earth. And then the wind picks up and the trajectory of embers heads straight for the baby.

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