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See What I Have Done

July 31, 2017
When the police arrived a short time later they began taking photos of the dark-gray suit Father wore to work that morning, of his black leather boots still tied over ankles and feet. Flashbulbs broke every six seconds.

Refuge

July 3, 2017
I started having nightmares around the time we arrived in the first refugee hostel—missing limbs and phantom stranglers and dying parents were simply the price of sleep.

Kingdom Cons

June 5, 2017
The one time Lobo had gone to the pictures he saw a movie with a man like this: strong, sumptuous, dominating the things in the world. He was a King, and around him everything became meaningful.