Sparrow

The sparrow said I have cancer, and now I’m not sure what to do. I know he’s right, I suspected it long before last night

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It was surprisingly cheap to ensure the accountant’s early retirement.

Maybe my accessories were cancelling out the luck.

Men vanished all the time—usually into the next car to bother someone younger and better looking.

We leave her alone because we are not creeps.

The corner he is painted into is as clear and specific as a piece of cutlery.

I still see him in my mind as a kind of Donnie Darko, carrot-massacring freak, and I will always feel sorry for his wife and children.