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Fluke
… grill, he thought about the cleanliness of the grill, but also about his problem. When he threw a Frisbee on the … away. He took an afternoon nap and woke up exhausted. The complexities of the conundrum were so straightforward. There … of guy who took this type of offer always worked until he died, and he would become one of those guys. He probably was …
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An Invocation of the Big-Eared Runt
… poisoner) had lived. Of all the tours of Buenos Aires the company offered, the murder tour was the most popular. It … at first but got boring after a while.  He had studied the ten crimes of the tour in detail so that he could … police record. A murderer of children and small animals. A murderer who didn’t know how to read or add, who …
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The Summer of Ice Cream
… America with the belief that his American dream was already coming true.  But my father often says that his life began … the Akinola discount. We will hold it for you. When are you coming?” Tayo and I loved talking with Dad’s coworkers … a job in America because of her foreign academic credentials. She needn’t have worried. She found a job in less than …
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The Night Surrounds Us Like a Room Whose Door Is Closed
… laughed. I tried to make it sound less arrogant and more comically depressing and told you that all my memories of … Certain images repeated themselves in the gaps between bodies. Babies suckling and grimacing before artists accepted … with red inside which was the inside of my face. But I also looked oddly pretty and conventional, my cheeks flushed …
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Knuckle Month
… each poem, the poet flung the paper plate into the audience like a Frisbee. People reached up and caught them … the reading was over, she left it on the floor. Other audience members, though, took their paper plates with them.  … off the motor. He got off the seat, and made the kickstand come down. “Goodnight. Thanks,” she said, running to her …
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Sporotrichosis
… Pack that was really into the holistic and prolonged rituals of noncontact conflict resolution. “Mr. Apple?” He swung around. Coming down the stairs, darker than a plumb tumbling down a … needs to grab these girls.” “The fuck are those?” “oh, wow, sweetie….nononono.” “I’m dead.” “this is why I don’t …
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