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Summer 2006

  • X. J. Kennedy

    Brod stopped her before she could fling the latte in Marcella’s face.

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  • Don Waters

    Stopping it, Cye knows, is like stopping a tsunami with a tennis racket.

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  • Alice Hoffman

    she had big eyes, the better to see right through a person.

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  • Kent Meyers

    He was staring at his car like you might a stare at a dog.

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  • Abraham Brennan

    The onus is on you, because you care about your car and your life.

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  • Lorraine Lopez

    At a red light he touches his cheek. The stubbly skin is sensitive, febrile.

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  • Tiphanie Yanique

    While they stand in line Robin leans into his chest. They don't talk.

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Summer 2006

Fiction

  • Alice HoffmanListen Up
  • X. J. KennedyGrinder
  • Lorraine LopezThe Threat of Peace
  • Kent MeyersThe Car That Loved Water
  • Don WatersThe Bulls at San Luis
  • Tiphanie YaniqueWhere Tourists Don’t Go

Nonfiction

  • Abraham BrennanWhere the Rubber
    Meets the Road

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