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The misadventures of the heart and sometimes, the stomach.

How I Met Your Nobody.

 Today, a year ago, was the day I first met you.   Today, a year ago, was the day I ordered that fateful box of brownies from your website.   Today, a year ago, was the day you were late with my delivery.   Today, a year ago, was when we had our first

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Suicide Note.

  You think that death only comes if you can convince yourself to drive to Ace Hardware to buy a rope that won’t snap at the weight of your fat ass, if you can measure and tie a convincing noose. If you could manage to lasso it around a suitable beam and find a sturdy

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For Bella.

In the beginning, we bought you home in a pink laundry basket. We drove very carefully.  You looked so small, a fragile white ball of fur.  I told you, “Don’t worry, Bella. You’re going home now.”     In the beginning, you were a lot of work. There were vaccinations, the feeding every night at

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