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Milk

  That morning, when I woke up, I didn’t know that by afternoon I will break my heart. After my shower, I toasted myself half a bagel, spread cream cheese, and poured my coffee down the drain because there was no milk. At half past eight I got to my office and began my meetings. They were all exactly the… Read more →

A Little Girl Calling

“Come,” she whispered to me, after grandma tucked me in, turned out the light and went to watch TV. A Car passed, and thin strips of light came in through the slats and climbed the wall, stretching to the ceiling, disappearing behind the bookcase. I didn’t answer. Don’t talk to her, I kept telling myself. Don’t ever talk to her.… Read more →