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We picked my mother’s bed because it was big enough to be its own island, a quiet place, and in that room there were no windows to see our nakedness, nothing but the door, still…

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Thanksgiving in Jonny’s Dorm Room

My boarding pass reads 9:45 pm. After four hours and forty five minutes of Fox News, its 10:45 pm. I’m still sitting on the metal, attached seats of the Tallahassee Greyhound, on Tennessee St. My…