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Pistol Whip is tested by God
This sort of trial is always threefold. I had to:
stand on the L platform
ride the train
walk up Bedford
between 10:00 and 10:30 pm on a Thursday night whilst holding a shopping bag emblazoned with the words RK BRIDAL.
Father, I asked, why hast thou forsaken me?
There was no answer.
Yoke lifted
When Firecracker and I were little girls, we were obsessed with orphans, babies abandoned in dumpsters, and Satanic ritual abuse. When we got new dolls, we freed them gingerly from their plastic shackles, our brows knit. What kind of monster, we wondered, would tie a little child up that way? We knew it would be […]
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The other day at work, one of my charges, a three-year-old with an intelligent little weasel face, gazed up at me and said, dreamily, “Ms. Whip, where did you come from?”
And I was like, “God sent me so that you might have eternal life.”
J/k. Honestly, I wasn’t exactly sure how to answer her. […]
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