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Stories
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The girl marched directly up to me, glaring, and said, “You hit my dog.”
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How’s everything? It’s been forever! Things with me are pretty good.
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Betrayal was written on my face, in my eyes, and I knew it.
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You could not look at Leila for long, and yet you longed to look at her.
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An owl, as large
and incongruous in the night sky as a flying man.
and incongruous in the night sky as a flying man.
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My own hunger was for a reduction in the vast space between people.
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After my father passed away, I’d go back to stare at the cave paintings.
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He was just a bully, uncivilized, out of control, and wanting to lash out.
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You don’t know what it’s like to be so hungry that you’d steal to eat.
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I arrived that evening barefoot and swathed in a sort of striped toga.
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We’ve seen a lot of smaller ranches bought up by outside money.
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Here I am, king of the gods, making a fool of myself just to get under your gown.
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Words appear like the answer to a question I hadn’t yet asked.
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A little music. An empty bottle of whiskey. It’s a little like cheating.
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All down my street the new fathers beat the kingness out of the kings.
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All day we lay on the bed, my hand stroking the deep gold of your thighs.
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When I went to Scotland for a wedding, I didn't plan on firing a gun.
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That day he stood on some threshold and paused and wept at his choice.
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Jennifer Egan’s A Visit From the Goon Squad wins Pulitzer Prize.
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I am eleven years old and too young to die, but I am dying nonetheless.
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Charlie wasn’t Lena’s first love, but he counted on being her last.
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I tell my sister what I didn’t tell my father, I love you. Please, don’t die.
