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the five of us sat on the fallen logs before the relaxed fire. i buried my face in your hair and the smell of woodsmoke made me dream. i saw lights trickling in the distant woods, an unearthly glow of ghosts arriving with important messages. when i woke, jimmy spillane and jamie stood before us, lantern in hands. "rocket had her puppies," jamie said, putting a loose hair behind one ear. "nine!" |
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