They Gave My Sister A House For Christmas So I Gave My Father One Envelope

to me, and I keep that evidence close because it is mine, because no one gave it to me, because the building of it was the argument and the argument has been made.

I drank my coffee.

Outside, the day was cold and clear. Inside, my house was warm, and the tree had its lights on, and the glass bird turned slightly on its branch in the way it always did continue reading …