T 6096

By Arjun Basu | Published: December 5, 2012

He bites into a lime and scrunches his face. He says, Like that. She blushes. Take the compliment, she says. He’s never felt more like a man.

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T 6095

By Arjun Basu | Published: December 5, 2012

I don’t care about you, I told her. She said, I don’t care for you, either. I don’t care even more, I replied. Then we made some crazy love.

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T 6094

By Arjun Basu | Published: December 5, 2012

And she said, Why are you crying? and he moved away, and then she put her hands on him and he moved closer, and she said, You’re such a man.

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T 6093

By Arjun Basu | Published: December 5, 2012

I sat in the corner of the store and watched the ladies try on their shoes and soon the chair became uncomfortable and I was asked to leave.

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T 6092

By Arjun Basu | Published: December 5, 2012

He woke up from the coma, surrounded by his family. Who the fuck are you people? he asked. His parents laughed. Meaning the plan had failed.

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T 6091

By Arjun Basu | Published: December 5, 2012

She calls me, Champion, and I say, You used to call me that all the time, but we’re older now, and I smile and finish my piece of apple pie.

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T 6090

By Arjun Basu | Published: December 5, 2012

I spilled my whiskey on my kid’s lunchbox, and the next day his teacher called and I said, I’m a bad father, and she said, When can we meet?

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T 6089

By Arjun Basu | Published: December 5, 2012

She sat alone in a corner of the food court. She read her book and dreamed of love and then a man sat down next to her eating fried pickles.

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T 6088

By Arjun Basu | Published: December 5, 2012

Underneath the dresser. In the corner of the room. I saw flesh. So long ago. I share this story as a lesson. What’s a magazine? my son says.

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T 6087

By Arjun Basu | Published: December 5, 2012

He hugs his son and says, Everything is about love, and the boy shows him the cut on his finger and sighs, This was about the kitchen knife.

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