Christopher K.

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I finished tinkling, flushed the toilet, and . . . opened the medicine cabinet. Much like the rest of the bathroom, its contents were sparse. There was a stick of deodorant, a tube of toothpaste, your standard-issue toothbrush—just the one, thank heavens!—a small jar of mouthwash, all of which had been (curiously) stripped of their labels. On the bottom shelf, tucked into the corner, were two miniature plastic dinosaur figurines hugging each other—adorable! Oh . . . hold up a second. On closer examination, they weren’t hugging at all. The Triceratops was brazenly riding the Apatosaurus from ...more
Spoiler Alert: The Hero Dies: A Memoir of Love, Loss, and Other Four-Letter Words
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