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By Arjun Basu | Published: November 10, 2013

I hung up the painting. It’s fugly, she said. But I’d paid a lot for it. She knew this. She stood there, shaking her head. It’s art, I said.

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By Arjun Basu | Published: November 10, 2013

I walked into the conference room. Everyone was quiet. The air felt morbid. Who died? I said. I laughed. Apparently someone had really died.

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By Arjun Basu | Published: November 10, 2013

I pulled her onto our bed and she said, The kids, and then she said, No really, and then I said, Don’t give me another reason to resent them.

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By Arjun Basu | Published: November 10, 2013

The children said, We made a show! and we all sat down and then our boys brought out a pole and their girls starting making us uncomfortable.

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By Arjun Basu | Published: November 10, 2013

We both spotted the tall Japanese woman. She wore a gray t-shirt and a floppy sun hat and skinny jeans. Let’s objectify her, my friend said.

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By Arjun Basu | Published: November 10, 2013

We went to the mall yesterday. For a long time. Today I feel ill. You don’t look ill, my girlfriend says. That’s because she likes the mall.

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By Arjun Basu | Published: November 10, 2013

And at the end of the meal, he stands up and clears his throat and speaks of “the burden of intelligence,” and this signals the party’s end.

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By Arjun Basu | Published: November 10, 2013

The food was burnt and this reminded me of other things, repressed memories and feelings. I said we’d get a pizza. Covered with unhappiness.

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By Arjun Basu | Published: November 10, 2013

I opened the door and I heard shuffling and my wife yelled, Just practicing some dance moves! but she knew that I knew that she didn’t dance.

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By Arjun Basu | Published: November 10, 2013

We were about to commit a crime. Waiting kills me, I said. My partner cracked his knuckles. Makes me gassy, he said. And then he proved it.

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