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Remy

The trash smells disgusting. “God, did something crawl in there and die?” my friend Clara says beside me as I wheel the trashcan out to the curb. She’s stayed over for horror movie night, a monthly tradition we’ve held since we were twelve.

I hold my breath, face scrunched up tight. “Yeah, whatever that thing was my mom tried to feed us last night.”

“What was that?” Clara says.

“Tofu.”

“Is that some kind of bird, because if it is, it should be hunted until it’s extinct.”

I laugh. Poor Clara. Her family is strictly meat and potatoes. She never even saw a Brussel sprout until we met. She thought it was the cutest little baby cabbage until she actually tried it. Now she calls them devil warts.

“It’s made from soy beans, I think.”

curling off the cement as the day warms up. The sky, with its

across the lawn in bare feet to get to the newspaper before it’s ruined. No matter how many times

But my neighbor drives a Toyota Prius, so I know it’s not him, unless he got a new car. With his office geek appearance,

to exit the vehicle.

my god,” I say,

neighbor’s house. “Holy shit,

is. Don’t stare!” I grab her by the shoulders and

talking,”

“We are talking.”

there so I can stare without being obvious I’m staring,” I say as I watch him over her

But hurry up. It’s freezing

his boxes into the U-Haul, half tempted to go next door and put each box back in the house

and thicker with muscle than I remember. Clearly that confident swagger

I squint to see better. Is that the top of

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