April 8, 2016:

Knew her eyes at once from the father. Wake up in the dead of night and see him on the wall, hanging.

Uneatable fox. Bad for their tummies. No time to do her hair drinking sloppy tea with a book of poetry.

Damn your yellow stick. Fish and taters. Eyes front. Echo. All lost now.


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