I fell out of love in a Golden Corral in Tucson. He was staggering drunk back to the table with his third plate of brown food. I built a gummy bear, chocolate mousse mountain to console myself as my love dissolved away.
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Eight stories, all epic, meeting at the junctures. There is a pattern here, but fractured. It is not often seen. It may not be seen again.