70: “I might never leave”

Frank’s apartment had grown empty. Well, aside from the billions of fruit flies. It was so warm, hotter than it ever had been, moving into July that it was nearly unbearable. Oscar, clearly having grown tired of lying on the kitchen floor at night in a largely futile attempt to get cool, had started spending […]

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77: “I loved my grandparents”

Frank’s grandfather passed away on the first day of March. It was terrible. Frank had never lost someone before. His father had left him and his mother to go back to Italy when Frank was two years old. He couldn’t even remember him. His father’s parents had always lived in Italy and Frank had never […]

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