Less Than Pulp, Issue 50
On Healing, or Is Life Just an A24 Movie?
I.
Saturday night, in preparation for our Sunday trip to the lake, Jean asked what sort of sandwiches I wanted to pack.
“What are you thinking?” I asked.
“I was thinking turkey,” she said.
“Maybe I'll just make something from home.”
“What're you gonna make?”
“Uh, I dunno.”
“I'm trying to make it easy. Sandwiches are easy.”
“Okay. How about chicken salad?”
Jean …
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