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PT. 2 - WALK Last night, I walked with Mr. Magic Eight Eyes. He has expressive eyes that have settled down on a still face. They are the eyes of a child. And that child’s drawing of an eye — symmetrically almond, like a football, a lemon, or a sunrise
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DRESS Shirley Jackson was incomplete without her wingtip collar. They sat on her dresses defiantly, detective-like and wilted at their edges. Hers, in particular, seemed oddly oversized, dwarfing the buttons, as if a child with clumsy, excited hands and grown-up scissors cut its sewing pattern. Collars were a staple in
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An imagined monologue spoken by Ivanka Trump. “I remember these slow Sundays as daddy’s little girl. At the altar, I gave my prettiest, Presbyterian smile, ready to receive the Lord. And daddy was so proud, like the hyacinths that sprung from chalices. Facing the congregation, I waited for that
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PT. 1 - DINNER Last night, I had dinner with Mr. Magic Eight Eyes. He eats slowly. He is reserved with his own appetite. His mouth is boyish, reduced, and belly-buttoned-up. The lips twist and curl inward as if retreating cautiously. I wonder if this is his tell — Am I