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He's never going to sit at my feet and write me poems, which is good because I hate poetry, except dirty ones that rhyme.

Ann Aguirre

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Ann Aguirre
Age: 54
Born: 1970
Born: August 27
Author
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
Writer
the United States of America
Ellen Connor
Ava Gray
Feet
Hate
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Rhyme
Writing
Poems
Going
Dirty
Good
Except
Never
Poetry
Ones

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I know you have bad news,” I say softly. “I’m ready for it.” But that’s not true. One is never ready. You just lie and say you are and hope you can take the hit on the chin without going down.
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We stand a professional distance apart, as if I can’t feel his pain screaming in my head. Mine amplifies his they share a joint sound—that of glass breaking—until they swell to a crescendo that deafens.
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My heart shifted a little in my chest it seemed to swell and beat against my bones until I couldn't hear.
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