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Dreams Like This Must Die
… Dreams Like This Must Die Illustration by Dani Choi. Then these women in a van … believe that diagonally across 17 there was another store—a competitor, I suppose—that sold seashells. Why didn’t … Mexico City just the day before; he’d packed the ampules, vials, and syringes inside six medium teddy bears. Had a …
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Vanishing Point
… like anyone was home. My thoughts leapt to different outcomes. He’s going to run , he’s going to attack me , he’s … on the day. Warden got sick of catering to special dietary needs. This way they don’t discriminate against … paid less. T is and always has been a person of private rituals, private rules. How we love or bury the dead is our …
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Leon’s Fire
… that they had. Some talked shit about me in Navajo or Acoma or Zuni. Others stared at me flatly when I was wasting … you didn’t need to be a genius to do it. They just needed bodies, lots of bodies, and they went through them fast. I … of booze and cigarettes, and his long hair came to greasy points that shot out the back of his hard hat, bobbing …
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Convalescing
… of paint and their newly sanded brick and their relaxed, welcoming air of approval, the girl went through a litany of … until his ribs showed and no doubt he had lost some inches also, why not? Anything was possible. His lovely wife, whom … help, probably, and no help had come. The other driver had died at once. Better not to think of that. But David had not …
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Litter
… Nadia knows, when the mother leaves them, that they will die. They lurch from side to side, low on the ground, ears … Karim. “Maybe that’s the mother,” she says. The cat doesn’t come near the kittens. Instead she goes around the corner of … brown liquid bubbles out. Nadia and Karim know from the websites they’ve found that newborn kittens cannot …
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Tiger Ghost
… alone before. In the subway there is a store selling fine combs, brushes, hair clips made of jade and tortoise shell. … can provide a smooth journey in the fortune-seeking course. Also loving care and health. At a nearby temple, people pray … himself when he started drinking again after his mother died, though Bridget noted that the first time she saw him …
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