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"Two hours pass and I can feel the words trying to slip off the page and smear their inky stains over me. A battle I can win, I think, sees me standing over the sink trying to set fire to the corners of the page with the glowing end of my cigarette. Ten left means I could be here for the afternoon. Paragraphs go up in smoke, covering the drain hole with ashes as strong as our commitment. One drop is all it took to wreak havoc."

Short Story: The Eulogy

How to unlearn things? Do not learn them in the first place. Go to school, little girl, and learn your ABCs. Your 123s. Remember, Austen can always be returned to, unlike your mother, and hers. Join an afternoon school activity and learn your team building skills, the more physical the better in these days of buttered-up behinds. Wash your hands and brush your teeth. Steer clear of drugs and things that would make you blush if they were brought up at the dinner table. It will be better for us all. Grow up like this and there will be houses lining up for you. Nine to five jobs with secure companies. A man with brown eyes to share household chores with. Happiness.