
In This Issue

Boys called him Lorry Raja and imitated his high-stepping walk.
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You decide that in this city all things are possible, even happiness.
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When he kisses me, my heart flutters in my chest like swarming bees.
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Time, now more than ever, is of the essence. Time is all there is.
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She’s a blushing peach waiting to be plucked by practiced hands.
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The danger was my own carelessness, and now I was waist deep in it.
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My daughter’s favorite game is Holocaust. She’s quite inventive.
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Mackintosh
He splashed about for a few minutes in the sea; it was too shallow to swim in and for fear of sharks he could not go out of his depth; then he got out and went into the bathhouse for a shower. The coldness of
the fresh water was grateful after the heavy stickiness of the salt Pacific, so warm, though it was only just after seven, that to bathe in it did not brace you but rather increased your languor; and when he had dried himself, slipping into a bath-gown, he called out to the Chinese cook that he would be ready for breakfast in five minutes. He walked barefoot across the patch of coarse grass which Walker, the administrator, proudly thought was a lawn, to his own quarters and dressed. This did not take long, for he put on nothing but a shirt and a pair of duck trousers and then went over to his chief’s house on the other side of the compound. The two men had their meals together, but the Chinese cook told him that Walker had set out on horseback at five and would not be back for another hour.more
My Brief Careers
As a doorman I didn’t know
who wanted in,
who out. As an anesthesiologist,
I wanted
every one awake between
the rotten heart
cut out and the motorcyclist’s
installed
to say how it felt. Under the robe,
I wore a holster. I became unafraid
of ladders. I confused the word
career
with careen.


