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Elijah Wyman Why We Never Go Swimming Other Short Stories

It?s off to work for you my love with a kiss good good-bye. I?ve packed you lunch. Watch you drive down the street. Making sure you really leave. Then

s a favor to you that if this trigger doesn?t stick you are through. You could not kill your own brother in front of his weeping lover, and you know it?s

they knew your name. And what?s more they said you?d done some awful things. Like you said Tom, I did not say a thing. I hate to lie. It?s true. Today

the first place. Then between us, there you are with that crooked smile, weathered scar. Orthotricyclin. Never trust it again. It and she forgot me. And on the very night we

the man of your mother?s dreams. In the summer of ?87 your brother went to heaven. He drowned down in the quarry. At least that was your parent?s story