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“I wish I had a true good thing to tell you” | Letter 2
Dear Georgiana, I wish I had a true good thing to tell you. Instead let me remind you of good things that exist. I think this will help even if you nor I ever touch these foreign realities (though your odds are better than mine). Georgiana: there are children with plenty to eat and plethora blankets and…
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“I’m Extra Lonely Is All” | Letter 1
Dear Alice, I don’t have a story to tell you. All I’ve got is this life I’ve lived, and you already know all about that. Nothin’s been on my mind. Not “no” “thing”—just the idea of it. Thinking of that gets me thinking bad things. Things a person should never want to think about. Could…
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Thomas Preston Looks Up: Part 1
Thomas Preston wasn’t an unusual man. He wore medium-sized horn-rimmed glasses, dark blue jeans, sported a Grade 3 haircut, and kept a clean-shave—his wife liked his baby face unhidden by red scruff, and he didn’t mind the routine of a fresh shave in the a.m. He filled the sink with warm water and shook the…