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words patricia lidis  |  images cebe loomis 

Dear Lefty,

I’m sorry I had to go so soon. The hamper was a perfect escape. I just couldn’t take the humiliation of these holes. The toes were poking out and everything. Unfortunately, I know this means you’re bound to go to the back of the drawer. You’ll get through it. You’ve always been the stronger one. By the end of the night, if I use the dog, I should be downstairs and out the door by morning.

Forever yours,

Righty. 

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