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Southern Living Sunday by PourquoiMonCher, literature

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Southern Living Sunday

Southern Living Sunday I left you on a Sunday morning before church. I never liked God, and I never liked you, but all the same I should’ve waited. It’s not last night, and I haven’t been drunk in a year, but when I woke up Sunday morning with a splitting headache and a cut above my eyebrow, all I could think about was how my mother had given us those plates and I would have to explain to her why one was missing. But all the same, I should’ve waited. The boys at the bar will talk, but I was always a bitch to them. “Better she’s gone, better she’s beaten, better order another round.” And that wo

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When I was nine and my brother was seven, our dad and his girlfriend took us to the fairground. I had only met dad’s girlfriend a few times before. Her name was Ursula, and I wished she did look like Ursula the sea witch. Really, she looked as though she had stepped right out of a magazine. When Ursula saw us, her red lips stretched really wide to show her perfect white teeth, but her eyes didn’t smile. My brother didn’t seem to notice. He chatted away to both of them about his favourite rides, but I didn't want to look up at her face after that. When my dad went to get change from a machine, I sat next to Ursula on the ben