Five Tiny Stories
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DIY God’s acceptance: just add milk. And 1/4 of an egg. And a worn shoe sole. And some tears from your bitterest aunt…
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For sale: bowl of ramen, never worn.
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She walked into the bar and went up to the handsomest man. “Now aren’t you a tall glass of juice,” she said.
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“Hot diggity dog, this milk is spicy! Makes my mouth itch.” “That’s not milk, Andy! That’s not milk!”
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Where did she go? Where did my sweet woman with the buttermilk cheeks go? Virginia, you’ve been dreaming. You’ve dreamed a whole life and now it’s the size of the palm of your hand. Shake it off, Virginia. Shake it right off. You’re a prosecutor in the big city, Virginia.