Posts Tagged: Christmas Eve

Rumpus Original Fiction: Seasonal Work

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[T]he thing about Gary was that he could believe what he needed to believed when he needed to believe it. So, technically, he never lied.

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Get Me Away From Here, I’m Dying

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No one comes in to check on me, no one asks if I’m okay after I finally emerge, embarrassed, my eyes completely red. They all love me, but not enough to forgive what I’m about to do.

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