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As If I’m Used to All This by Will Pewitt

September 6, 2020

I’m just not made for this. What do I know about looking after things?

September 6, 2020

He can’t remember what the newscaster said when the house hit the sea.

September 6, 2020

Disappearing sounded good. My nonagenarian mother was getting to me.

September 6, 2020

I once knew a man who was inside out, though he wore his hat in the usual way.

September 6, 2020

For a while, people looked like shadows, eventually taking form and scraping their heavy feet to the tune of North Avenue’s traffic.

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