The Wistful Dinner

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Marta dreamed of a house that was not a house but a hollowed-out ribcage, the windows breathing in and out with the slow, wet rhythm of a dying lung, and she was standing in the kitchen, which was actually a throat, and she was trying to swallow a stone that was the size of her head, and the stone was warm, and it tasted like copper, and she could not spit it out, and the walls were closing in,...

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