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Chillyrodent: Losing
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Wednesday, January 12, 2011. I lost an enemy today. I didn't plan it. I didn't see it coming. It was an idle, thoughtful word - I should never have said it! But there it was and I couldn't take it back. I saw the grateful look cross her face and I could have kicked myself. You dolt! I thought. This cannot be undone! Posted by ¡Vizcacha! What did you say! January 12, 2011 at 3:43 PM. Boy, if I knew, Id warn you! January 12, 2011 at 3:49 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.
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Chillyrodent
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Wednesday, March 10, 2010. For It still made her wince to remember. It hadn't occurred to her to explain, to put the blame where it belonged. She had kept the guilt all to herself and marinated. In it One of her therapists twenty years later had used that word, and Jessie had to admit it worked. Her wife still reminded her that guilt is a useless emotion and mostly, almost always, she believed it. You oughta come down sometime when you can meet Henry. He's not a bad kid. My favorite son, you know! The Go...
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Chillyrodent: Sweet Vi
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Tuesday, February 14, 2012. Sweet Vi was a peach. Not a real peach - she knew that - although her cousins' cousins had cousins who had grown up right next to the Freestones, a well-bred Georgia family with good roots. Vi's parents told her she was a peach, and they meant it as a compliment, but she wanted more. Her flesh was whiter than white, and Sweet Vi craved diversity. And those guys from across the border . Sweet Vi tingled at the thought of them. Her mother warned her -. Posted by ¡Vizcacha!
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Chillyrodent
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Tuesday, January 25, 2011. The pillows on her mother's gray chintz sofa annoyed her, and Winslow hauled the pillow-top mattress away the day she got the dump permit for her old Ford pick-up. Soft-shelled clams, soft-boiled eggs, angora rabbits, candlelight, pudding: she wanted no part of these indulgences. She treated herself to unpopped corn on the weekend while watching documentaries on the buildings of England. Posted by ¡Vizcacha! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.
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Chillyrodent: January 2011
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Friday, January 28, 2011. Do, honey, is call him again. He isn't worth it and you're too good for him. What I would. Do is get a dog, because a dog already knows he's not worthy of you. She attempts to tell the truth about true romance, but finds she can't because she doesn't know the first thing about it. Five smooth stones and a miracle. You say, but first he was already a very good shot. You know me as well as I know you now and let me buy you a half-caff soy latte with agave like you like and we can ...
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Chillyrodent: January 2010
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Monday, January 25, 2010. What I Want to Tell You About Water. I walked along the same path every day; it was just a concrete bridge over a stream. Only once was a fat dog trapped in the water. I skidded down the embankment and pulled the dog out, but he didn't bite me and I didn't hurt myself, so it's not much of a story. Alternate endings told in semaphore. Cats don't mind water, but are terrified of shampoo. Beer is mostly water. Posted by ¡Vizcacha! Links to this post. Sunday, January 24, 2010. Too m...
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Chillyrodent: February 2010
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Tuesday, February 16, 2010. Edgar did have sisters. Vi was fifteen months older and Mary Ann thirty-two months younger. They're the only ones left now to worry when they don't know where he's staying. Harv died in his sleep when he was already an old man. Their sister, Anita, was home babysitting four of her grandchildren and just stopped reading Stella Luna. To them in her old rocker. Louise is a practical woman. "If he doesn't wanna be here, I don't want him here.". Posted by ¡Vizcacha! This week, a.
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Chillyrodent: Possible and Probable.
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Tuesday, January 11, 2011. Between the probable and the possible I watch the Possible because it's everything. The Probable fits into a lunch bag of the expected and the Possible is huge, as big as everything. The Possible needs a big bag, a box, a room. You need to move the Possible outdoors, into a meadow big enough to not hold it. Possible says i t could happen. And I'm left to try. What would I try if I couldn't fail? Posted by ¡Vizcacha! Some day, you need to put them all in a book and whore it out.
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Chillyrodent: Networking
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Thursday, January 13, 2011. It used to be that an old friend could stay lost forever so that we always know her with braces and acne but then she got them off and went on tetracycline and was a slut all through her sophomore year. We used to think How great it would be to catch up and see if we can pick up our friendship! Posted by ¡Vizcacha! January 26, 2011 at 4:58 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Whoring it out for cash . I read these. Do you? Susan R. Dixon.
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Chillyrodent: Returned to sender
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Monday, March 8, 2010. Aunt Mary Ann disapproved of the way Edgar slipped through people's fingers. She felt uneasy never knowing if she could pick up the phone and expect him to answer. She knew why he avoided Jessie, and she didn't like that, either. Hadn't she had a son, that child of her heart? Hadn't she loved him no matter what, right through his last breath, and still? Posted by ¡Vizcacha! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Whoring it out for cash . Susan R. Dixon.
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