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  • Sep 15, 2024 | thesunlightpress.com | Paul Yoder

    by Paul YoderPresent. There’s no expert present, only a screaming woman, a dead boyfriend, and me. Five minutes ago. Sparks fly down my right leg. Sciatica. I’m 32, damn it. I’m lying on my couch in the only position that brings me back from the verge of weeping. I’m remembering.

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