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by Julie Benesh

The girl eating

noodles was the only

child of two

only children of

four only children.


Imagine the




Tokophobia, she

explains. She only

dates guys with

vasectomies, or otherwise

certified sterile.


You can’t wear

Doc Martens, her friend

insists. Specially not those

purple ones. It’s like

you’re saying you’re

something you are



But maybe I am, just…


I mean, I

wear a



About the Author

A graduate of Warren Wilson College’s Program for Writers, Julie Benesh is recipient of an Illinois Arts Council Grant and her writing can be found in Bestial Noise: A Tin House Fiction Reader, Tin House Magazine (print), Crab Orchard Review, Florida Review, Gulf Stream, Hobart, New World Writing, Cleaver, Journal of Compressed Creative Arts, and many other places. Read more at

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