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Galicia
… She was twenty-four and had left Germany after her mother died. Her mother had been in Kabul, serving as an engineer … his motorbike every morning as they had done before. She accompanied him on his errands and they went to the beach for … He didn’t push. It reminded her of the way some animals made their presence known, once, and then went to their …
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Now, Let’s Consider This Case
… jobs (depending on how you look at it) or wives with jobs (also depending on how you look at it), in the sense that the usual definition of “job” is work that a) comes with a dress code, b) is defined by a time range, and … here and there, weaving in and out of shops that deal in kiddies’ clothes and toys, hair extensions, men’s shoes, …
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The Trick
… petals that fall, confetti-style, onto the gawking audience. Look how they reach toward her, now vanished! How … dragons. As he twirls the cabinet, the music swells—here come the gongs!—and then cuts off. He opens the door to … into a limo. A lanky woman crowned with peacock feathers points in his direction, only for him to realize that she’s …
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The Partition
… or a wife or a partner or a lover, she didn’t want a companion or a pet or friends, she didn’t want to be closer … a handful of celebrities. For decades, the town had also been a destination for spiritual seekers and wellness … inviting. Her appointment was in the Department of Asian Studies, but she also taught courses in Comparative Literature, …
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Geometry
… Beautiful and smart. How was she supposed to respond to a comment like that? The word “super” bothered her, she tells Helen now. As if they are not mere mortals, but crusaders in capes.  “Except instead of saving … It’s not like their dad was any comfort. Since his mother died, he’d started going to bed right after dinner. “I’m …
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Late-Night Bloomers
… She wanted her eyes to convey warmth and ease, and also, that this was the right thing to do. She watched him … in helping the suicidal, just the ones who wanted to die with a little dignity. And somehow (usually through word … to be healed floated out to sea on their backs. Some didn’t come back. Through this natural thinning, whatever was left …
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