
Camille Bordas Reads “One Sun Only”
The New Yorker: The Writer's Voice - New Fiction from The New Yorker
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Is That Mam on the Phone?
Sally wanted to hang some art. She thought that my new apartment lacked life. Ernest said, it's depressing. Sally said, it feels like a hospital in here. There's stuff everywhere at mums. Nicky said, at least she didn't draw me dead in five years. How could it onlyb six? P m, time moved so slowly when the kids were around. Even seeing them every other week end, i noticed no changes. I guess ernest had changed somewhat, though. One thing he'd recognized in earnest was a talent for drawing near perfect circles in freehand. In the end, an assured circle in free hand was a sign that you could be
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