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“But… we’re going out in style!” she yelled as she ran into the bedroom, a real Dapper Danielle in her very best suit, throwing her wife’s prettiest sundress onto her, even as she wept upon thei...

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“It’s about vampires, you know.” She looked up from an endless pile of biology finals in front of her. She’d been in a grading fugue state and couldn’t tell if she’d been at it for ten minutes or...

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The cliché, of course, would be that a farm-girl from the outskirts of Cobleskill would adore the outdoors experience while her wife, the city kitty from deepest Westchester, would abhor it. But ...

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“It’s actually thrill,” she said. “What?” her wife responded incredulously, “what’s thrill?” “That song you were mocking on the radio. The lyric goes… Long After the Thrill of Living Is Gone.” “...

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“Identity’s the real problem here,” she told her wife, dragging another word processing file to the trash, “no one knows what to do with identity anymore.” Her wife could’ve well pointed out how ...

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“You got a fast car.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” It went on like that. They didn’t have a Ouija board or a tarot deck in that small shack, so they augured with what was to hand. Board games,...

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“Did you ever read that book, One Hundred Years of Solitude?” Her wife set the papers she was grading aside, this was going to be One of Those Conversations. “Couldn’t give you Cliff Notes now bu...

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For once, she got most of the pop-culture references in the pitch for her wife’s newest play right away. Anyone who survived the American public-schools while mostly-conscious has a glancing unde...

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“How about this title,” she turned to her wife with a pause so pregnant doctors would induce a labor were it not just a metaphor, “Pastrami Ennui.” Her professor wife looked up from her pile of b...

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“You can’t spell ‘arboreal’ without ‘bore’, you know,” her wife gently teased. “You can’t spell it without ‘real’ either,” she teased right back. There was a little bit of truth in her joking of ...

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“I’ve been thinking,” her wife said, setting down her coffee. She wanted to quip back “that’s when the trouble starts”, but she respected that her love was the artist, she was the woman of scienc...

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“Dead skin flakes,” she exclaimed, out of nowhere, as she were shouting her last words from a nightmare upon waking, “the answer’s dead skin flakes!” “The answer to what?” “The answer to the end ...

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