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When the L is taken from Love, It falls from high above. A single letter lost in flight, And all that’s left is ove — not right. The ...

  In the quiet hour before dawn, when the wind still holds the scent of night and the earth waits between one heartbeat and the next, the ...

  The Lament of Mr. Potato 🥔 I’m Mr. Potato, with feelings quite deep, My roots run in sorrow, not soil so steep. My kin were once tube...

You ever notice how when you tell the truth, people start giving you that look? The one doctors use when they think your brain’s leaking o...

 I left her on the table at the club again—my dance partner, the puppet. No legs, naturally, but one hell of a personality—or at least, one ...

  Letter from the Case Manager To: Mr. [Your Name] From: The Office of Ongoing Confusion, Department of Patient Management Re: Your Situa...

  “The Case Manager Who Wasn’t a Friend” By this point I’d survived every test known to medical science. The only organ they hadn’t scanne...