BRUTLST:
too many days behind this cigarette . the first in months , if he recalls . and he’d been doing so well , after mable was born . heugh fills his lungs , and it’s greedy , and it tastes foul , and it doesn’t pull right like he’d wanted it to —– lets it out his nose . taps his ash onto the sidewalk . he’ll need to wash his clothes when he gets home . kids don’t like the smell . “ ain’t bothering you none , is it . “
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Robert’s doing work in his lap; the heavy stack of student papers weigh down his thighs. A discussion about the fourth dimension and whether or not it occupies space was launched by a passionate young woman in his last lecture. Her fervor sparked an extra credit essay that rallied immense approval from the students. Rob has never graded such a disappointing group of papers in all his years of teaching. A headache is worming its way behind his eyes. “Have you got any extra?”
