Lacex surgery: what the hell was lecex surgery? Even if it was free, Fred wasn't having any of it. Some Christmas present. His wife was just getting too silly in her old age. He wanted someone young. He saw a cat by a fire, a bathrobe, maroon, walnuts in a dish, a wife who wasn't a doctor. Some gift certificate. Did she want to remake him? Every birthday, every Easter, the same thing-a new offer for a new procedure at her facility. Now it was beginning to look serious. lacex: sounded perverted to Fred. He glared at her across the room. Why wasn't she young, a waitress?
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salad days for sure they thought as their motorcar eased down the grassy meadow towards the sea how long would it be 1938 and they be young and in love? The green car, the blue blue water, the swan gliding by. Shall we swim? asked Betty; and Horace, always timid, shook his head and kept his hat on. Please? asked Betty? You go, said Horace, tired suddenly of her youthful perfection and the perfect day.
I will go then, said Betty sharply, and took her long figure out of the car, threw off her shoes, waded into the lake. Turned and stuck out her tongue. Horace slid his hat down over his eyes, relaxed into the seat, dozed.
Woke at dark. The moon hung above the glassy water.
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I shall be here when I am old, she said not caring anymore, the white floors, the urine smell in the hallways, the weird ladies in wrappers with walkers saying whooo whooo or help help as she walked by to see Marge. Marge too young, her mouth drawn down, her life drawn down, asking at 39 whoo whoo when she sat beside her, just like the others in the dining hall.
I can walk right out this door, she thought, Marge wouldn't know or care. Only one month ago they had laughed at the silly clerk at McDonalds, threw out their french fries in an arc from the window, he probably spit in them because we laughed, then went shopping for Christmas presents, laughed all the way home, and here is Marge on her white bed her death bed? her mouth a sag, saying whooo whooo like all the rough ladies in the dining room. Oh god I would walk right out must we watch Days of Our Lives? Her roommate is a mess, those sticky children who visit her, watch their stupid tv, yell all the time. The floor is so damn white and the nurses so bored and pale.
I can walk right out this door, she thought, and she put her hand on Marge's little claw, felt a flutter under her fingers, Marge's life, pulsing. Days of Our Lives on the tv, go home, go home.
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The umbrella man brought us two new ones this season, one striped red and green for Christmas and one with fir trees for mother who loves nature with all her sticky soul. We set them in the hallway under father's portrait, he frowned down at us, why do you spend all my money on frivolities now I'm gone? Because we can, Father, haha, said silly Mag, who always spoke to father in the hallway, a spiteful greeting each day. Tomorrow we will buy figurines, she told him and laughed.
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Snow fell all night and we were so tired of it we wanted to hit each other with pillows, white pillows like the snow, until the casings would split open and shower feathers like flakes.
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Winter inside I failed another exam. What now? Tell my mother, who spent a fortune? Tell her my roommate is nutso and hates me? All your little friends, bring them home for Thanksgiving--yeah, sure Mom, like you'd want to see Gary with his cheek pierced Hi, this is my boyfriend, Mommy!
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Lacex surgery: what the hell was lecex surgery? Even if it was free, Fred wasn't having any of it. Some Christmas present. His wife was just getting too silly in her old age. He wanted someone young. He saw a cat by a fire, a bathrobe, maroon, walnuts in a dish, a wife who wasn't a doctor. Some gift certificate. Did she want to remake him? Every birthday, every Easter, the same thing-a new offer for a new procedure at her facility. Now it was beginning to look serious. lacex: sounded perverted to Fred. He glared at her across the room. Why wasn't she young, a waitress?
--
salad days for sure they thought as their motorcar eased down the grassy meadow towards the sea how long would it be 1938 and they be young and in love? The green car, the blue blue water, the swan gliding by. Shall we swim? asked Betty; and Horace, always timid, shook his head and kept his hat on. Please? asked Betty? You go, said Horace, tired suddenly of her youthful perfection and the perfect day.
I will go then, said Betty sharply, and took her long figure out of the car, threw off her shoes, waded into the lake. Turned and stuck out her tongue. Horace slid his hat down over his eyes, relaxed into the seat, dozed.
Woke at dark. The moon hung above the glassy water.
--
I shall be here when I am old, she said not caring anymore, the white floors, the urine smell in the hallways, the weird ladies in wrappers with walkers saying whooo whooo or help help as she walked by to see Marge. Marge too young, her mouth drawn down, her life drawn down, asking at 39 whoo whoo when she sat beside her, just like the others in the dining hall.
I can walk right out this door, she thought, Marge wouldn't know or care. Only one month ago they had laughed at the silly clerk at McDonalds, threw out their french fries in an arc from the window, he probably spit in them because we laughed, then went shopping for Christmas presents, laughed all the way home, and here is Marge on her white bed her death bed? her mouth a sag, saying whooo whooo like all the rough ladies in the dining room. Oh god I would walk right out must we watch Days of Our Lives? Her roommate is a mess, those sticky children who visit her, watch their stupid tv, yell all the time. The floor is so damn white and the nurses so bored and pale.
I can walk right out this door, she thought, and she put her hand on Marge's little claw, felt a flutter under her fingers, Marge's life, pulsing. Days of Our Lives on the tv, go home, go home.
--
The umbrella man brought us two new ones this season, one striped red and green for Christmas and one with fir trees for mother who loves nature with all her sticky soul. We set them in the hallway under father's portrait, he frowned down at us, why do you spend all my money on frivolities now I'm gone? Because we can, Father, haha, said silly Mag, who always spoke to father in the hallway, a spiteful greeting each day. Tomorrow we will buy figurines, she told him and laughed.
--
Snow fell all night and we were so tired of it we wanted to hit each other with pillows, white pillows like the snow, until the casings would split open and shower feathers like flakes.
--
Winter inside I failed another exam. What now? Tell my mother, who spent a fortune? Tell her my roommate is nutso and hates me? All your little friends, bring them home for Thanksgiving--yeah, sure Mom, like you'd want to see Gary with his cheek pierced Hi, this is my boyfriend, Mommy!