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The Matador

My maintenance man is having heart surgery tomorrow. He’s 81 years old and he told me this morning that if he doesn’t wake up it won’t be a big deal. He shrugs when he says this, like he’s mentioning dry wall. It’s sunny for the first time in days and he’s looking at the blue [...]

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Past the Trestle

I reach for the .38 hidden behind a book, then think, Why bother? He’ll just buy another. My dad said once, or maybe twice, that when the day comes he plans to seize the moment, like the dark side of carpe diem. And when it does, he chooses the day by design, my father, the [...]

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