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Location
… he’d simply told them, and they’d made arrangements without comment  Mike nodded at Simon’s bag. “Nikon?” he said. It … worse men in the world than Simon’s dad, but there were also many more who were better. Maybe in the grand scheme of … “It took my inhaler,” said Simon, pointing.   Cley studied the monkey. “It’s a he,” he said. “The males have …
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Serve-and-Volley, Near Vichy
… expectation that my life would simply sort itself out and come to resemble the normal model. Vicky and I had been … your game, Léon. I was living and dying with each of your points. And although you lost the match I thought you played … fiction Sports relationships France Henfield Prize winners 126-136 By Greg Jackson …
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Churches
… seemed barely to hold on, what was under there, if the soldiers had left that part of Him alone. But we didn’t talk … use the bathroom, but she’d be right back. I needed her to come back, so that time would keep moving. We hadn’t made … stench of my body rose up. Not only my stale breath, but also the musk from my armpits. I dropped my chin and felt …
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Late Blues
… “Yes, that’s probably exactly what will happen.”  “Also, you’ve been here a million times. I bet you don’t even … six months just to keep the tourists away.”  “It’s weird, coming to someone’s house for the postmortem ,” Georgia … “No,” she says. “Yes. I mean, at the end. This is where she died.” And then, seeing Moni at the door, shading her eyes: …
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The Year 2003 Minus 20
… to days. Reney likes it here okay. Christy lets her come into her room and listen to albums sometimes. She lets … mouth the entire Scripture along with her: “In like manner also, that women adorn themselves in modest apparel, with … house with noise and a sweet-smelling smoke that Reney has come to know. They leave behind safety glasses, a stray sock …
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Slack
… she would say to any of the women who paid to have her hot comb dragged through their hair for the Christmas church … took over her grandmother’s house when the old woman died. She mothered the girls without a man and took in … girlhood mermaids dolls drowning cravings motherhood 126-131 By Alexia Arthurs Illustration by Lisk Feng …
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