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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 Girl Was Already On Fire
… assignment—the Declaration, the presidents, capitals of each state—as Dee and Reginald rode the next six … through years of snapshots and oblique online comments to cobble a list of every boy who’d looked at her …
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Lou Reed Was a Typist
… the club dumped him to a recording where he was given the upcoming schedule by a man who sounded bored as he read a list … But the waiter was at their table reciting the day’s specials, and Johnson’s chance to talk about his imaginary … not an intern,” he said as the lights went down and the audience roared. “Tell her to bring the tequila on stage,” he …
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Cookie Jar
… and impolite. Not to mention ungrateful. This boy had come to the Good Life Retirement Home for the sole purpose … sure it’s hearing me?” “Yeah, this baby’s got great pickup. Also, I can see your voice on the screen.” He held it up. … when she moved out, and he stayed angry at her until she died. Wouldn’t visit her unless my dad made him, which he …
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Map-Reading
… an address and phone number. He sent her a postcard: Welcome to the big city. I don’t get into town much, but we … mother had met someone else—​a real-​estate man named Eddie—​and seemed happy, this was a sundered family, and Alice … He realized that his father’s young, anxious wife had also drunk more than was usual for her. “Not necessarily,” …
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Ædnan
… eana(n) , eatnu , and eadni . Etymologically they seem to come from the same root word, which roughly means “great.” … that I sent with him filled with dinner leftovers – But also specially made meals – The dog jumped bright-eyed … – And yet so great is the loss of what once was your bodies – Mama who sensed me coming – You were the first woman …
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