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The sun beats down relentlessly on the lawns of these suburbs. He can’t get any work done. Because the neighbor won’t stop licking popsicles

Then the sun rose and the sky turned a gorgeous shade of pink before retreating to blue, and he turned to her and said, That was inevitable.

He heard her humming. And then she came out of the bathroom. And he wondered how sweetness and pure evil could reside in such a tight space.

Stein watches the squirrels digging up his backyard. Supper’s done but his wife is late. On the radio, an endless parade of disquieting news

Inside the house toward the back, under the stairs that leads to the basement. I peed there once. I pierced a nipple there. And I hid things