I don't know what's real. I don't know what's not real.

Limited Capacity is a collection of six darkly amusing stories about the mysterious ways we interact with the internet and with each other.

There's something going on with him. It's like an act.

I don't trust it. What?

You're staring at me like I should say something, but I don't really know what to do here.

That's the whole name of the game. Don't talk about how the town isn't real. You understand?

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You're listening to a loan, a love story. I'm Michelle Parisi.

Chapter 26. Caution.

The opposite of destroying.

If I could lose the memory of the bitter cold, that night of the bomb,

the way the trees scratch the sky, the husband's eyes wild, the air like a sheet of ice hung between us.

I would.

If I could, I would take that memory and crumple it up like a piece of paper with a bad poem on it.

I tossed it into the little plastic waste basket of a hotel I'll never go back to.

If I could, I'd take it into the woods, set it on fire, then bury the ashes in a hand-doubt

latrine. I'd cover it with a thousand rocks, the bigger the better, than add some fallen tree

chunks for good measure. If I could, I'd take the memory of that horrible night and feed it to a

bunch of carpenter ants who devour it slowly but completely. The queen would get the best part of

course how different he suddenly looked. Fearful.

I would take that memory so precise in its pain, so profound in its damage, and I'd put it in a

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