On the phone, at a gas station, in our dreams
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Paul Nastu lives in Fort Collins, Colorado, and is at work on a novel.
The problem is I don’t talk at a seventh-grade level. I mumble and swallow words, sucking them in instead of spitting them out. Mrs. Handy wants me to work on my breathing. She says I gulp air like I’m afraid the world’s running out of oxygen.