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Nuptials

Jesse Littlejohn

The vows went off.
They really burned it down—those old folks. They really
moved at the fan’s-edge shadow of their feet to god knows what
they felt that rhythm was. The girl herself was quiet, sweet. The bones
sagged like blown wheels in a broth of tripe
and bullion
and the foils round the almonds came undone. One by one

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