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Abandoned socks and shoes. Two children sit at the edge of a small pond in a golf course at [[dusk]].
[[My mom]] lives in Huntersville, North Carolina with my dad and my 16 year old sister and our two little dogs.The girl thinks about their summer. How they raised three ducks and let them free. How they caught fish without fishing rods by tying lures to long pieces of clear wire before chucking them out onto the lake as far as they could. Tied the free ends of the wire to the dock. Watched and waited for the slack lines to pull taut. They never kept the fish. The one time they tried, it [[died]].
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width="70%" height="70%">Sometimes they would sneak out to this small pond to catch minnows and tadpoles. They were unbothered by the geese and ran alongside them, flapping their arms like wings. They hunted for golfballs in these woods, half buried in leaf litter and covered in geese droppings, and they scrubbed them clean to sell them to golfers for a quarter a [[piece]].
She stops thinking.
<p>“We can’t,” she says. “But if you ever go, take me with [[you]].”</p>
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The boy peers into the mountain dew bottle he’s been holding in his lap, halfway full with water and algae. Through the green plastic and floating scum he counts four minnows. He slowly pours its contents back into the [[pond]].
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We rarely touch by design. When you rested one heavy hand on my shoulder, I came back from the upper right-hand corner of my consciousness and settled into my cross-legged silhouette on your driveway, feeling all of the nothings compound into everything all at once. The sweat on my thighs against the basketball in my lap. The weight of what we weren’t [[saying]].
You unfurled your fingers to let it go, and it hesitated on your sticky [[palm.]]
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You lifted your hand and caught a lightning [[bug]]."Maybe we don't have to go back," says the boy. "We can run [[away]]."
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She [[took on a third job as a census taker]] this fall. She [[takes care of my family in her own way]]<style>
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<a href="https://emyue.neocities.org/missives2/leftstart.html">& sends me a lot of text messages</a>
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