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I love you, tree

“Man, that’s the best ice cream,” I told Ming on our trike ride. “It’s ice cream’s ice cream. When ice cream goes to the ice cream shop, that’s what it orders.” I was talking about the chocolate ice cream from Trader Joe’s, velvety like fudgesicles. He’s out watering the garden. When we got home, I… Read More »

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Dangerous Compassions

promises, promises

“What’s your plan with this burrito?” I asked Ming. “You mean on high?” he asked. He had the burrito on top of the rice cooker, and it really was somehow towering over the other counter objects. “Yeah, like an angel I’ve heard,” I said, feeling bewildered by how his burrito became suddenly like an angel… Read More »