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, and I'm Michelle Parisi.

Chapter 5. The Bomb

Love as Torture

I grew up thinking love was torture. Love was passion, drama.

I watched my parents fight in spectacular telenovela fashion.

I saw my aunt and uncle throw plates and punches while my little cousins and I hid under the kitchen table.

These couples loved each other, fiercely.

I'd sit at the top of the basement stairs long after I should have been asleep,

watching them dance close and call each other darling.

A spark in their eye and affectionate pinch of a bum, a laugh like a teenage girl.

So that's what love's always been to me.

Wild and sweeping, changing from intense anger to soft care at any moment.

Of course, my parents and most of my aunts and uncles all got divorced eventually,

but by then it was too late. At sponge did all up. Love is infuriating, but worth every fight.

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