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Nathan
6:18 a.m., the sun hasn't yet risen on the dead and the living here, two red apples, black coffee, no milk, cream in the fridge is spoiled, cats roar, cars glide outside, knuckles hurt, mind... More »
Nathan
The summer I was ten, my dad and I went on a long road trip through Canada, heading west from Michigan. It was in August, which was the month that he had custody of me.... More »
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