Truth Be Told | Paul D'Arcy | Substack

My body haggles with an icy folding chair that wants to spit me out.

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She came back alone on a Wednesday.

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You need cream, peach, and blush to build a face with light skin.

Apr 11 • Paul D'Arcy

Twelve Hundred Miles

By then, the boy had passed the house three times, each pass slower than the last.

Mar 28 • Paul D'Arcy

She showed up after midnight, knocking like she’d forgotten her keys.

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