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Feb 2011
'thank you for  your call,'
the familiar click of the phone.
he finished the remainder of his shift.
he waited until there were no others.
he climbed into the cellar.
he stripped himself of clothing.
he crumpled like a tissue.

and wept.and wept.and wept.and wept.
'your brother was murdered this morning,'
the
lady
had
said.
Kiagen McGinnis
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