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		<title>The Average Heart</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 05 Feb 2020 14:17:15 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>by Tammy L. Breitweiser The average heart is the size of a fist in an adult. She steps nose to nose with the mirror and studies the charcoal, violet, and crimson mark across her left eye. It matches the size of his heart. What she sees are her pores large and gapping. She would have to pick up some treatment. <a class="read-more" href="https://elephantsnever.com/the-average-heart/">Read More</a></p>
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		<title>‘Til Death Do Us Part</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 13 Jan 2020 13:18:02 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>by Suzanne Craig-Whytock Last week, Sparrow turned to me suddenly and said, “When you die, what do you want me to do with you?” We were watching TV together, cozy under a blanket, his arm around my shoulders. I laughed in surprise, a little taken aback, and answered, “Honey, aren’t you jumping the gun?” He smiled sweetly and said, “You <a class="read-more" href="https://elephantsnever.com/til-death-do-us-part/">Read More</a></p>
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		<title>Halves of Things</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Dec 2019 21:24:25 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>by Clara Burghelea A bruise down the thigh or sinkingteeth into another flesh. A ring of sky,or the deafening storm. Dreaming of coffee all my life, then hives.Obsessed with soft leeches,choking at the sight of blood. To have and to hold, otherwiseeasy with the in-betweens. Inksliding on paper, then softly barren. Lying on the floor with you,naming all secrets, or <a class="read-more" href="https://elephantsnever.com/halves-of-things/">Read More</a></p>
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		<title>Cement</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2019 13:00:28 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;Phabian, they&#8217;ve already finished the foundation! Why won&#8217;t you celebrate with me?&#8221; &#8220;Because it&#8217;s unnatural, you can&#8217;t convince me otherwise.&#8221; &#8220;But Phabian, you agreed. You said you wanted to do this with me.&#8221; &#8220;No, Jennifer, I said that I loved you and that I&#8217;d do whatever would make you happy. At no time did I express a desire to build <a class="read-more" href="https://elephantsnever.com/cement/">Read More</a></p>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 19 Feb 2019 12:30:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>by Tammy L. Breitweiser The officer told me Grayson didn’t feel anything. The impact was quick. It’s what the officer claimed anyway. What I will tell you is I bolted upright in bed at 4:56 a.m. and knew. I just knew. I can assure you he felt the impact because I felt it. It had been a fairly typical morning. <a class="read-more" href="https://elephantsnever.com/ironic-honeymoon/">Read More</a></p>
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