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“Do you know how shitty my mom was?”
Haha
Instead, she got dark, stood as on a wire, and made her way around the desk.
Simile question
Their trauma was stark and motivating.
more than a few night-time fantasies over Wab.
Haha
“Then I guess you boys better be careful who you dream about without her pants on.”
Haha wet dreams
smudge
Chi-Boy hovered nearby, uncomfortable with uselessness.
and the people who made money off of it all.
they shut off the water first and then the power next,
after the raids started,
This is not so far from the truth. See in My Neighbor’s Faith
There was good money in snitching on Indians,
We’d heard too many stories about the death camps, the way we were being murdered real slow.
The light and warmth and humanity clapped shut in his eyes because he couldn’t protect the one thing that mattered.
I was a runner and I could go for hours without having to stop or even slow down.
after phone service was cut?
cell service was blocked
Haha
Growing up as she did, there’s no way she would go in there. Question
“The Earth was broken. Too much taking for too damn long, so she finally broke.
But she went out like a wild horse, bucking off as much as she could before lying down.
A melting North meant the water levels rose and the...
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“And all those pipelines in the ground? They snapped like icicles and spewed bile over forests,
waste from the miscalculation of infallibility in the face of a planet’s revolt.
“But the powers that be still refused to change and bent the already stooped under the whips of a schedule made for a population twice its size
The suburban structure of their lives had been upended. And so they got sicker, this time in the head. They stopped dreaming. And a man without dreams is just a meaty machine with a broken gauge.
Simile nice
Haha - and what would *that* look like? simile
Simile ok
Haha good
nursery rhyme about a fiddle and a cat.
there were no conversations to be had, no treaties left to be signed, that we were a product and that wasn’t going to change any time soon.
There was the run or there was death with nothing in between.
the group knew its order and stride by the weight of our want.
Haha sad
“Maybe she was Nish.
Indigeh-nish
Now that she knew what was really going on, her imagination had a dark streak in
“Fire,” replied Miig. He didn’t seem shocked. He must have smelled it for the past mile, the old fox.
Haha
I nodded, wiggled out of my burden, and took a run at the tall tree he’d pointed out. I climbed hand over foot for as long as momentum would take me and then switched to a slower shimmy until the branches started and I could use them as steps.
I felt content, maybe even a little more than that. I was alive and climbing a tree and a girl that I was weak for was safe on the ground below.
I was doing something strong to keep her safe, to keep all of them safe. I felt old-timey, and something lush burst open in my chest.
“Trees moving and something yellow under the smoke.”
And a rumbling noise and trees disappearing. Bad decision to let resentment dictate your response when others need full cooperation. Makes French likable. Especially when he learns and acknowledges his error, p. 108.
“I lost my husband in the schools.
“Isaac?”
The smaller re-wilded breeds that people were living on, hamsters and cats, hadn’t herded this far into the bush yet.
the few bookstores still scattered about.
how quickly people would forget the art in the Indian and instead see only the commodity.
miigwetch,
binoojiing
I should have guessed
