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Amanda Oliver

  • Honey

    That cafe smelled like fresh-baked bread and cookies, and the baristas were all women with warm, soft hands who called everyone — the Senator, the mothers, the babies, the businessmen — Honey. So many baristas would have called you Honey, David. And swayed along…

  • Pine Street

    Did you see an animal? Did you see a bird? What did you see when you looked at me?