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Kirk Creek
… derivatives and mimeographed reports and watercooler commiseration about “the man,” and their banter evolved into … with her bookshelf that holds a dog-eared copy of Our Bodies, Ourselves but she simultaneously knows how to make … Sunset magazine, applied sunscreen to us at regular intervals, while also checking the lift of the sun above the blue …
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A Good Time in Memphis
… especially on the road, my brother and I were a private audience to a nearly carefree Mom. On our drives to Memphis, … the crowd and drift into the blur of bodies, to disappear completely. Joyelle was waiting for us, cross-legged on a … day, where he wore his best suits and carried a locked briefcase and met with military officials and aerospace …
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Transit
… (in Middle English: “by God”), a place where they served meals that were elegant and shrapnel-small: the newest … round table headline up (“May’s Brexit deal crushed by Commons”). This was where she always sat. Right by the big … black and sinewed, tails swept to the right of their bodies. Focused. Unmoving. Like sentries standing guard. She …
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Collusion
… with the news agency, waiting for the government to come together. She was there with a French cameraman. The … like they might turn cruel at any moment. She went to the website and scrolled down. “Andrei Ivanov—Press Secretary.” … article on Germans’ love of unicorns. There were unicorn candies and unicorn hand creams and unicorn alcohol and unicorn …
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Other People’s Birthdays
… had her purse in one hand, a Tumi bag with ingenious inside compartments that meant she could never find anything she … All her anger at herself about letting the beautiful flower die had been misplaced in the letter she wrote him, snail … “The election. He’d heard what some of Clinton’s talking points were going to be and was passing them on. He said it …
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Mr. Cartoon
… good guys and Papaw was the one we went up against. During commercials we’d try and guess what they’d do on TV. It was pretty … was a buddy, he got hisself killed. The woman hardly ever died. Papaw said that made me lucky to be a girl. I couldn’t …
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