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Bloody Mae
“Tell me, Jonah: What good is a nurse that faints at the sight of blood?” Obadiah, a frontier-weary doctor, whined as he inhaled his fifth glass of whiskey. “Oh, bless her heart,” Jonah chuckled, placing his two feet on the table before them. “It’s not funny. Just the other day, I asked her to wrap…
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Fishbone
I’m not going to kill myself. I yelled it out early this morning when my mother woke me up. “I AM NOT GOING TO FUCKING KILL MYSELF!” is exactly how I said it when she came busting into my room demanding that I get my clothes on to go to meet Jesus. Two days ago…
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