Stories by
Philip Simondet

By the top of the third, Dad was already at the bottom of his fifth. ¬†Our team won, but we didn’t celebrate.

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She held firm when he told her she was too fat to do better than him, but when she couldn’t pull the ring over her knuckle, she wept.

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