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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
Ones
Feet
Hate
Write
Rhyme
Writing
Poems
Going
Dirty
Good
Except
Never
Poetry

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Are you afraid of falling, baby? No, I’m afraid of landing. [He’s laughing, and I’m smiling.] Stupid idiot smile, don’t you know what comes next?
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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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If so, I couldn't imagine how the opposite gender managed to get out of bed in the morning. They might be lovely to look at, but clear thinking wasn't their strong point.
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Don’t let them see you weak.
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Just . . . love me, and let tomorrow look after itself.
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Caring too much could be dangerous I saw that now. But the alternative was no better.
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