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Alto Cumulus Standing Lenticulars
… of the mountains outside Tonopah—Mount Butler, Mount Oddie—the subtle complexity of what had seemed, at first, a toasted desert … would map for her if he was awake, which individual shining points of light, grouped together, would make a …
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Fields and Fields Aflame
… Fields and Fields Aflame Who would Oval become now that her mother was dead, she wondered. She … him not too long after he realized her mother would soon die. While still in his right mind, he’d come to visit as … once was.  Within the next hour, the undertaker, who had also been one of Iris’s customers, came to collect her. He …
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Nineteen Minutes
… just whimper, would she live, would the baby live? She was compelled to see what might happen. The deep groans of the … young men sometimes ran against each other, the strain of bodies pushed to their limits, the pain, the exhaustion, the …  “Maybe the TV,” she says.  “Very good.” Franckline points the remote at the television. Two women and a man …
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The Informant
… Nyberg emailed to say he’d moved back to Maine and would be coming down to New York for three days. In college, Stewart … guy whose parents owned a yacht. He took women’s studies classes and wrote papers about post-structural … get up. What time we meet for group exercise. What time meals are served.” Josef had at least three days of stubble on …
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Fight Week
… dust with stunning clarity. She pressed forward, hurled the combinations she had spent countless hours honing. She … some kind of pale dust on the knees, and a swamp-green hoodie, strange only because the temperature is already pushing … Kayla crouches beside the woman, taps her knee, points to the end of the aisle. Together they crawl to the …
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Eric Clapton’s Lover
… as she got larger, she got more vehement, less willing to compromise. Now she cooked two dinners and ate spicy lamb … whose restaurant did not take BankAmericard. There was also a “confidential” to T.S. in Portland, Oregon saying … at their small heads, their straight ears, their big bodies, their delicate legs. How could such animals do …
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