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Heather stands center stage. She is cooking dinner, although there are no props or set pieces, save for a single empty chair. She makes an obvious bacon sizzling sound with her mouth as she shakes the pretend frying pan over the pretend flame. She is in nondescript, suburban housewife clothing. Under an imaginary table, a girl in a clean pastel yellow dress draws with crayons. She is about five years old. Bill enters from offstage and pulls imaginary keys from his (real) business suit. He ope...

I. FALL CLEANING The late November winds whipped the leaves around in a Dirt-Devilish fashion. Arnold, one of the more dimwitted groundhogs, popped out of his burrow, his face covered in encrusted dirt and dried sweat, his mouth full of old magazines rolled up. He spat them on to the overflowing recycling bin beside the entrance to his burrow. He turned towards the surprisingly small hole, and saw Henrietta. Without thinking, he twitched his facial muscles in an attempt to get some of the dri...

Flipping through photos, Good times and bad times, preserved. Almost permanent.

"Surf the internet." What a stupid metaphor. Why not hang gliding?

Learning sex from pornography is like learning to drive at monster truck races.