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The Real India
… the embodiment of the white-male heteronormative art complex.” Lark nods. These are words she knows. “He lives in … of travel, stories she’s asked to hear, threshing them for points of interest, exotic kernels of potential that prove … of a fairy godmother. When the champagne arrives, Lark studies it and then smirks, like she’ll allow it. “Not real,” …
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The Realm of Possibility
… then to release it incrementally, then to grip it again, comfortably but firmly, as he backed up between a snowdrift … he said to himself. He understood this thought to be a falsehood but he chose not to correct it. He liked the way it … studying his reflection in the mirror, just as he had studied hers on the drive out. He was furious with her, all but …
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High Pursuit
… college for miles, and got booted out the house, he’s become a grown-ass man who believes in himself so much you … car’s underbelly that no amount of scrubbing will clean. He points to another complaint and I take a knee in the wet … now, Moms is liable to recite the Ten Commandments, has also conceived of even more incontrovertible laws and Lords …
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Dixon
… The toys had been slated for Dairy Queen kids’ meals, a promotion for a book series called Pegaterrestrials … fences. They looked like jellyfish. How long since he’d come up this way? They used to go to Corpus for Casey’s … an alien’s smooth head and teardrop eyes. Cornbread studied it like a jeweler, handled it as delicately as he would …
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Leon’s Fire
… that they had. Some talked shit about me in Navajo or Acoma or Zuni. Others stared at me flatly when I was wasting … you didn’t need to be a genius to do it. They just needed bodies, lots of bodies, and they went through them fast. I … of booze and cigarettes, and his long hair came to greasy points that shot out the back of his hard hat, bobbing …
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Convalescing
… of paint and their newly sanded brick and their relaxed, welcoming air of approval, the girl went through a litany of … until his ribs showed and no doubt he had lost some inches also, why not? Anything was possible. His lovely wife, whom … help, probably, and no help had come. The other driver had died at once. Better not to think of that. But David had not …
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