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alcoholic. But mostly, I’m telling you the story of how all of these secret melodies came to be in my head. My mind is never blank, never clear, no matter how much I try to think of nothing. Always there is a tune, the words, a ukulele strum, and the click of the needle as the song skips and repeats, and skips and repeats.

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Atlas and Alice Literary Magazine  

Issue 3 | Spring 2015

Atlas and Alice Literary Magazine  

Issue 3 | Spring 2015

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