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i expect nothing 

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And sometimes he was cinnamon. And when he was he was cinnamon when I hugged him. And he was always equal parts you and me; that’s why I loved him and - and wanted him. Because he was the love of the hutch embodied. And now the thought - the thought of that child curdles me. And I, oh, I - oh, Lord! I only thank the benevolent God for being wiser than me. Because if a son existed now, I swear I’d bash his brains against the goddamn radiator! 


by Holly Andres

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