Category: James
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I will not nap today. I declare this from the hallway like a warrior king announcing war. It is Saturday — the holiest of days — and naps are for weekdays, peasants, and babies who don’t understand freedom. I am none of those things. Mom kneels down and says, “Buddy, you’re tired.” I gasp. Tired?…
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The guest bed had never seen such power.Not during holidays.Not during Mimi’s visits.Not even during that one time Pookie Cat tried to claim it as her winter estate. Tonight, it belonged to Jack and James, two brothers sprawled across a mountain range of pillows like tiny emperors of comfort. The comforter was rumpled just enough…
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James approached the ottoman with the slow, deliberate steps of a man who was moment an away from giving a life altering speech. He sipped his juice box like it was a stress coffee. He stared at his council — Tequila (Right), Little Tequila (Left)… and now… A third. A newcomer. An unvetted citizen. James…
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We got a new toy. Well, it’s “new” to us, which is code for “rescued from someone else’s chaos closet where toys go to plot their revenge.” Jack immediately struts in like he’s applying for a union job, slaps on the imaginary hard hat, and declares himself Garage Foreman of All Levers Everywhere. His first…
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The trash can was full—swollen, really—like it had been holding its breath all day waiting for me to notice. I tied the bag with the resigned strength of a woman who has done this chore so many times her hands move before her brain does. The boys thundered down the stairs behind me, the air…
