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Scott Lee Williams
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Writer, dreamer, weirdo.
Writer, dreamer, weirdo.

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Uphill Climb
I hustle through the subway underground, late to my shift, walking as fast as I can laden down with more merchandise, when I suddenly become acutely aware of my thoughts. Specifically, every unkind thought, every prejudice, every impatient hoot and howl of ...
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Blowing His Mind
“The best graphic designer in the world could try to make this, and there would be no relation,” says the man looking at a sunset moth  as he hikes his baby a little higher onto his shoulder. “The process of evolution... that created those colors... also cr...
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Who Hurt You?
In the shower, I mention not being able to listen to a band I’ve been meaning to catch up on, and Katie shoots back, “Well, you had time to watch that movie you’ve seen half-a-million times.” “I’m not mad,” I say, pouting a little, “just a little hurt.” “Di...
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Hat Head of the Apocalypse
The downstairs of the restaurant is cold, so after spending all day outside on one of the coldest days so far this fall, we choose to sit upstairs, and let the rising heat bring us back to life. We stand there, somewhat somnambulant, and disrobe ourselves o...
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Face Value
The end of a long day: weary, footsore, stumbling, a little loopy, I pick up the bag of trash from where we’ve been building the booth in preparation for selling Katie’s sculptures at the big end of year holiday market , walk up to the information kiosk, an...
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Seismic Time Slip
Our roommate describes a moment of time-slippage on his ride back from Manhattan on the subway, where the people around him became like the people from pictures in the past. He says it reminds him of something I’d write one of my Four Each Days about. “New ...
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Naming The Ghost
“Mood,” I say as the lights unexpectedly dim in the restaurant where we’re eating dinner with Katie’s father. “Maybe you’ve got a ghost,” Katie adds, and the waiter agrees, telling us stories of things going missing every Sunday night at the end of the shif...
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The Map Isn’t the Territory
“See, it’s totally useless,” I say about the map of the holiday market. “But you can look down here,” Katie says, pointing to the legend where the shops are organized by category, “and see exactly where you need to go.” “But how are you supposed to know whe...
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Abiding
Her lips do this thing, kind of press together and disappear, when she’s mad at me, and right now, I’m mad too, and I’m pretty sure, though I’ve never seen it, that my lips go kinda white and disappear when I’m mad, just like hers. A fight about the wording...
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Stress
Having almost busted in on a woman who was, thankfully, only washing her hands, I know for a fact that this bathroom door doesn’t lock, and that it’s tough to hear someone inside when you knock. But since it’s the only option, and since I have to pee, this ...
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