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This story is about fridge drawings and photo albums and vinyl records and video game consoles and sewing machines and reading nooks and koi ponds and board games and polished rocks and bone china teacups and pool tables and family recipes and report cards and surround sound systems and bronzed baby shoes and house plants and string lights and bird baths and barbells and tree houses and yoga mats and hammocks and stuffed animals and mountain bikes and vending machine prizes and sterling silver jewelry and college degrees and handmade sweaters and seashell collections and Christmas ornaments and hiking gear and heirloom rose bushes and bifocals and books and books and books and oil paints and watercolor paper and dream catchers and flatscreen TVs and locked journals and garden paths and souvenir shotglasses and popstar posters and rocking chairs and Employee of the Year awards and friendship bracelets and wedding mementos and raised garden beds and cosplay outfits and espresso machines and makeup palettes and lava lamps and tulip bulbs and fire pits and softball trophies and spice racks and electric guitars.

 

This story is not about us.

 


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As a fine art professional, Mar has wielded katanas and handled Lady Gaga's shoes. As a veterinary assistant, she has cared for hairless cats, hedgehogs, and, one time, a coyote. As a writer, she can be found in Analog, Escape Pod, Small Wonders, and more. Find her on sundry social media @MaroftheBooks.
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