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And we are living.
Isn't that amazing?
How we manage to beat all.
We used to play on the sidewalk,
brandishing long sticks as lightsabers,
caning one another and
really feeling the force of it.
The green phone
on the wall in the hall
hardly ever rang.
Anyone who wanted to speak to Mom called her cell.
Same with Angela.
Ed’s knuckles are bruised a plummy purple.He rubs them and laughs.‘You think this is something?In here? Joe, this is nothing.’
Slurping up the last of my frozen yogurt,I overhear someone say,'Being a Simese twin has got to beThe WorstThing Ever.'
Time travel me back.
Let me say goodbye again.
A minute more,
a chance to see Ed’s face
Another press conference was held in Houston
aired on breakfast news.
I am on the bathroom floorscreeching,Tippi shaking me back into the world.
After the first call came through from Ed,
Angela tried to explain
what he had been accused of
and what might happen next.
But I never really got my head around it.