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My Very First Memory
by Kyle Halverson

Hoarse as the furnace when it breathes, his little voice retreated into his throat. The spaghetti dinner sworn about the dinner table was to be carried into the wall with its plates. Shrunken beneath the stool he caged himself in, he ebbed the noise from his ears. A blade fell from the ceiling fan and shrieked to the tiles.
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