platitudes


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I feel cruel leaving you behind with only crumpled currency. A leather glove of Mexican pelt reaches through the window into my world. “I must set boundaries,” so I tell myself. I inch across the border in a metallic time machine headed for a better life, so I think to myself. I offer only nickels and dimes wrapped with platitudes. …Continue reading →

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