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This would not be a wooing meal. I was cooking my man into submission.

She often feels something kinetic between herself and younger men.

“As your brother, I ask you, how did you get that scar on your face?”

“The secret to happiness is not wanting,” Lars told the Buddha.

For a month after 9/11 Bella wept through all her appointments.

Her bra is black, her breasts full and white. There is too much flesh.

The people flocked to witness the execution of Ja’afar and his kinsmen.

If you let me live, I will buy you beer whenever I see you in town.

He will be unable to resist his manias for symmetry and completion.

Surely a million mothers and school teachers can’t be entirely wrong.

No parent has yet been born who can save a child from childhood.

We were young and lived wild lives in the delightful city of our sojourn.

These adventures taught me that writers are flawed human beings.

The three of us share a myth, that I’m fragile as old bones. My parents speak in low voices—about me, I’m pretty sure. I watch the waitress, trying to remember how to flirt. I take off my mask.

When I think on it, I can’t believe I’m going to kill two people over weed.

The golden-haired ones, they think they’re better than Virgin Mary.

“Hey, you look lost,” the hunter had said. “You better come with me.”

We’d hit something in the dark which—bang!—was there and gone.

This is the woman who had shrunk so small, nobody could find her.

Sister Barbara folded her arms like a forbearing husband.

There was a shout, then a shot fired. I pressed the shutter again and again.

She looks down the street for Scott’s truck. He’s late but so is she.

A sociopathic streak on my father’s side I try to put to good use.

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I wanted my love to be everywhere, then love began to bite through me.

She commands, under her breath, You must be the son.

Charlie wasn’t Lena’s first love, but he counted on being her last.

I tell my sister what I didn’t tell my father, I love you. Please, don’t die.