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Enlightenment
… Abel lives on the top floor. Sex is possible. It is commonly available in the bathrooms. At times, he can’t help … the Lower Manhattan University, provincial habits refuse to die. He puts his plans on hold, convinces himself that the … only be alluring. Christian could certainly find their website online. Abel peers into the crowd, examines each …
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Amsterdam
… with a man who was always sad. His younger brother had died in a car crash when my lover was sixteen. Though it had … even though I didn’t understand—but never invited them to come see us. “The poor woman,” Phoebe said. “It’s … while she pedaled; she was flushed and full of joy. She was also surprisingly fit for a woman approaching seventy. We …
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Kitty Hawk
… Kitty Hawk   Illustration by André Wee Until her father died, Sissy Willard’s parents took her and her two brothers … watching the water like they were waiting for something to come out of it, or for it to change somehow, when it hadn’t … that question,” she said. “Yes, correct, but then you give points of reference anyway,” said Vaughn. “Because you want …
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Dr. Caligari Loves
… in hand by the management. The descent is steep and the communicants jog down awkwardly, their feet moving too fast, … one groom stabbed another. When the most beautiful horses die–many years after the flats, after years of stud–they … In Ft. Pierce. In Stuart. St. Petersburg. Naples. By canals. On land sucked out by machines from the swamp. They …
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Dagadu Parab’s Wedding Horse
… from his gold-edged turban covered his face almost completely. The feather on the turban looked as if it were … looking now and then at the people thronging the bazaar and also at his younger brother on the horse. The look on his … In return, her father slapped him hard. Gulam nearly died of humiliation. But he firmly believed in the triumph …
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Trout
… she said, and he nodded as if the situation was incomprehensible. But she was confused about the basic facts: … under the couch, and when Jane tried to coax her out, Sudie lay on her paws and gazed out with worried black eyes. … It wasn’t a good idea to call her dad. After Jane’s mother died, he’d napped all day for five months, dropping all his …
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