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Emotional Labor by

Although he wasn’t sure when exactly it had happened, sometime between his first routine cleaning and the last of his two porcelain crowns Nils Templeton had fallen in love with his dental hygienist. Her name was Echo, and she had eyes that matched the lavender exam gloves she used to tenderly probe the inside of his bacteria-laden mouth.

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The Day by

At the place where you enter the bus you light your butts with cardboard matches and smoke until the bus pulls up with a hiss. There are no people, just faceless bodies moving in a construct.

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The Wound by

And though her belly and thighs were those of a beast, she was more beautiful now than ever. Dark hair fell round breasts from a dream, white skin glowed, her eyes were wet with hate.

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The Poke by

A few weeks back, I bought myself a prosthetic penis just to see what it was like to have one. I didn’t have a plan at first—I wouldn’t use it on myself, you know, like that, even if the thing hadn’t come with a lengthy safety disclaimer written in eight languages with an inflammatory illustration […]