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A Hereditary Vacancy

Millie never quite understood what Mom was always doing in front of the mirror. Perhaps she was playing with her …

Coat Collar

I know your father’s size, And his closet won’t fit you. Your necks are too different, Oliver.   The sleeves …

Cinnamon Cigarette

The smell, Jasper knew, was killing her, even as she breathed the sweet trail of her father’s cinnamon cigarette. Her …