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HEATHER Ross MILLER 453 SEVENTH GRADES from Friends andAssassins (1993) We spread in the grass and slit dover with a thumbnail, slid one stem through another, hinged like long lovers, locked death mates, sucking the tight white knots of dead persistent flowers. We said we'd have it all, bridesmaids, babies, hot abundant nectars the magazines promised like Aretha singing off our mother's radios, chainchain-chain! chainchainchain ! Chain offloooools! That was our flowering period, unlucky three-leafed, each one an unwed troublesome weed of a girl growing April through October, chaining dover, easy as cattle in good pasture. ...

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