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Cell phone on an unmade bed

An unsent drunk text during no contact

by Jason Grant The entire king-sized bed is mine now, but I can’t seem to move from the left side to the right because on the nights you were here—laying there—if I dared move from my side to yours in the middle of the night it was like I-was-crossing-some-boundary you-needed…

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R.I.P. Current

by Janice Vasko In the heat of battle accidents happen. Decisions are made amongst chaos, never to be undone, and orders are hastily carried out by loyal sailors. Such is the fate of the unlucky. The infant American colonies were fighting for their very existence. The war raged over land…

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