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I once fell in love with a man who had an open book for a face.

When we started to fall apart I could not help but leave

copies of Fahrenheit 451 by the bed. "You're a bitch," he said

but I just sat around flicking lighters until my thumb was raw.

Jenny Rossi ( is an emerging writer from Vermont, where words freeze before they hit the ground. She is honored to be in Strange Horizons and has a recently released chapbook at Deadly Chaps Press. You can find her work wriggling under damp rocks in the summer or hiding in your bed—but only when it's dark.
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