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Tag: cold

  • the short

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    T.M. Camp
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    We’re in the back bedroom, my wife and I. Fucking. It’s hard sometimes to find the time, the moment. Children, work, day-to-day life — these things conspire and distract and exhaust. But we find the time, when we can. We find the moments, synchronized, together. And it is good. Perhaps it is too brief, too…

  • the girl in the warehouse

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    T.M. Camp
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    [This is directly transcribed, without changes or edits, from a journal entry dated May 4th, 2000] …and because I have been thrown out of my house, lost any connection to my wife and children, I am living in an old building adjacent to where I work — downtown, in the old industrial district, where an…