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Monday, 3.26.18
1:55pm
36 years old
185 pounds
Life according to John Cena: Hustle, Loyalty, Respect
Life according to Kurt Angle: Integrity, Intensity, Intelligence
Life according to the puppy Rousimoff: Play Time, Nap Time, Food Time

At the edge of town
About a six minute drive from what passes as Main Street
Over the train tracks that have needed a weeding since before they were laid
Between the eroded farmhouses and the marsh that follows the river to the south
Down the road just a piece from the best slice of pie baked west of the mountain
Behind the masks of the alcoholics that stagger in and out of the two bars that drain love and wallets and marriages where sunlight doesn't touch
Beyond the reach of all but the sheriff department, and he only comes 'round when there's real trouble like murder trouble like that summer that no one talks about when Jimmy and Paige were found with their....
Into the teeth of a wind that bites, and a sun that beams like Jesus
Against a towering mountain and a verdant valley and lilies and posies and jasmine that grows wild
Among the tall trees
During the hottest summer in a while, like a real long while like not since that summer that no one talks about when the sheriff had to come 'round cuz they found Jimmy and Paige with their...
In a time when it felt like something vital was slipping away, something ephemeral that may never have really been there to begin with
Under the eyes of a watchful God
With the love of a devoted congregation
There lived a series of prepositional phrases.

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