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“Why are you crying?” I hear her ask,Walking by my deskSlowly,Intently,Pretending to check the homeworkJust so she can say those words to me.“I’m fine, really.”I look away; she walks away;But I think to myself,It’s nice to have someone who …

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The dead dry grass stings thebottoms of my feetAs I walk out into the oppressive sunshine,Dry heat boiling my skin,Dust burning my eyes.”These chores won’t do themselves”he had saidAs he sat reclined in the chair,Cold beer in his hand,Television turned…