“Go check out The Community Bookstore,” Don told me. He eventually sent me a text with directions and and a roundabout location as to where the store sat. This was in part fatherly as it was stupid proof. Moments before, I couldn’t figure out how to work the water dispenser on the fridge, something that…
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Perhaps all of This is wrong. I’m doing This all wrong, and by pressuring myself to fulfill the desire for the bigger and better novel and blowing the undermining out of proportion with my desire for detail to drive a short story—no matter how short or long the story may be—which, when it comes down…
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