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Monday, March 11, 2013
Improv "My Father's Love Letters"
Cracked door,
opened from Becky's
escape from the mattress
fortress adorned with floral
prom dresses and memories, pulled in a sunset. The last of Becky
found sprawled. Legs
scattered down the
hill. Smile cut
on her throat.
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