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Are you a man or a mouse?  We don’t like to think about it but I know you remember.  Remember our sister laid dead on the kitchen floor for thirteen whole minutes.  You had to make a choice.  Now you chose not to write me back.  I’m already a hurt person, Jarred.  Stop trying so hard to make me worse than you, when my letters help you to be all you need.  Those letters remember the forgotten Jarred.  I know how much you hate reading them through the night.  I know you hate that can’t hate me enough.  The remembered Jarred competes with his wife to sleep with more women than she does men.  He won’t mention what he thinks he eisnt supposed to know.  The Jarred I’m writing now is wearing my old saran wrap across his face.  Give it up, brother.  You can’t wipe your spirit in alcohol like me.  We’re not the same…but we’re close enough.  As you try to wash away your sin.  Listen to God.  Let me know what he has to say about Skil, your unborn son.  Last chance, Jarred.

Are you a man or a mouse?



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