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I never questioned his obsession with my frogs because I wanted his friendship. In the shower, I practised holding my breath so one day I could trap many frogs in my mouth and splat them onto him all at once, just like he wanted.

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The Afterparty

My watch is gone, maybe I left it on Craig’s table, maybe I don’t even own a watch. I don’t know how long I’ve been here. Just wandering in and out of these empty, orange rooms and smiling at all these smooth faces that don’t smile back.

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A sadness attacked him when he saw the gyre of fish, the salmon that were meant to leap from waterfalls and oceanic currents across the Atlantic and back to the freshwater creek of their birthplace, only they were devolving in the same churning circle, like a never-ending dance.

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