“‘What kind of person kills a raccoon?’ my mom said.
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‘Maybe they were in a hurry.’
‘The raccoon is the bandit of the animal kingdom.’
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‘And, they eat garbage,’ I said.
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‘Yes. I‘ve never met a person who would do you that kindness,’ said my mom, in her own way telling me that we were not going to eat the animal.”
FROM:
ALL THIS COULD BE YOURS
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“And when one of them would let their mind wander, would look around the cabin, out at the black tree skeletons, out the window, or the dirty ceramics in the sink, the statue of a screaming man, which they had one night beaten with a baseball bat and which now sat in a pile on the kitchen table...”
FROM:
THEY WERE BOILING THEIR CLOTHES
“He washed the suit in the bathtub with some animal bones and a sliced pomegranate wading in the water.
When that didn’t work he plucked his nose hairs and tears fell down down the bridge of his nose.
He cried into the tub.”
FROM:
DRYING ON THE LINE OUTSIDE
“He woke me up that night with a new plan. ‘We’ve been thinking about this all wrong,’ he told me. ‘We have to remove all the organs, put the dog in and then figure out how to put the organs in, one by one like a puzzle. At that point we could even begin connecting the dog to your body so it could breathe with your lung and use your bladder.’”
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FROM:
I LOVED THE DOG SO MUCH