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Yesterday night I was dropping Julie off at her house. In her neighborhood it was icy and while I was rounding a curve, I slid into a parked truck. My brakes locked up. It was my fault. I should have known it was icy. I should have driven waay under the speed limit. This is my first car accident. Julie and I are fine. The truck's left bumper is ( Read more... ) -
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Julia has a laugh that is sudden, like little bells. My mother has a quiet, anxious laugh. Uncle Bao Bao has a laugh that is uproarious, a brass instrument that has slid off key. Helena says she has a laugh like mine. Hers is a deep cough, more air than anything else. It sounds like the way trees laugh in deep summer. It sounds like trees when ( Read more... ) -
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Today I feel as if I were doing things with somebody else's hands or brain.
