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Stories

How to be a Man

How to be a Man

That night, my daughter left her phone at home.
Tasteless

Tasteless

And wasn't this, in the end, the ideal, perfect meal?
Ironwood

Ironwood

A long, long time ago, the end began, and this was how it was still: a fitting funeral for the year. Also, there's a wom...
It’s like, really good, sometimes

It’s like, really good, sometimes

The greatest day of my life, maybe. I seriously can’t take this anymore. I want to cry and die. And that makes me want t...
Disintegration

Disintegration

One day Rodney picked away at the smiley face sticker next to the red button. He was now merely an arm and a head.