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Blue Rock
… that was left to me was the single remaining job, which encompassed all the others and was the very reason for the … are alone,” I said. “Devers is not within earshot.” He studied me, trying to determine whether I was telling the … the thieves exited the vault with the bounty stuffed in briefcases. Jones was last out. He found the others entangled …
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Renovation
… and the same rules which governed the natural world were also true for our family’s own ecosystem. When I was four, … in the event of a superdrought. Though he didn’t come out and say it, I gathered our location over the … women, ex-cons, transexuals estranged from their fundie relations. The first time my sister and I visited the …
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This Is Not a Love Song
… a kid unwrapping a Christmas present—​she had already become Kat. Like the rest of the ramen-​fueled hordes of art … a few years before the new trees and the swing sets and the DIE YUPPIE SCUM stencils on the smooth-​bricked … It was just music geeks showing off, she knew that, but she also knew that as they talked about mail-​order import …
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Carry On
… from her region, taken after the civil war by retreating communist guerillas for placement in Eastern Bloc countries, … arrangements for my father’s repatriation shortly after he died. She was displeased that he had burdened her with this … many hours on the “Hellenic Republic—Greece in the USA” website, and thirty-seven consecutive email exchanges …
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Missing History
… him from the mountain crags. His mother was Anne Smith, who died while in labor. Floyd was a sickly boy, an asthmatic. … on a mound of coats and purses on her bed, trying to get comfortable. There was a guitar playing, and someone … to their footsteps ahead of me, tried to picture their bodies moving through the dark. One of them sang a song I …
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Polly, Looking
… Stravinsky albums, Chinese horses and Ray Charles, soldiers dead in the Southeast Asian mud, corteges on … that spring in the river bottomland, the cream-colored honeycombs glowing up when you were right above them. Polly was … drew careful slanted shapes with spaces and exclamation points to mark shifts in the story. She knew she should …
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