08.24.2010
We were restless, bored. The heat made us irritable; it was too hot to play, but sitting made the backs of our thighs stick to things while rivulets of sweat drooled down our ass cracks. There was nothing to do, so we slumped in the kitchen, the only place in the house that was cool. [...]
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08.16.2010
“What’s this box in [the refrigerator]?” “Meatbox.” “Whaa?” “Meatbox. A box of meat. Meatbox.” Staring at him in silence. “Shut up, what the hell is it?” “Meatbox.” Slowly it dawns on me. Whatever is in the box he wants for himself. “I’m not going to eat it!” Finally I just march to the refrigerator and [...]
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