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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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Jordan
… exploits, my hero-worship of him that verged always uncomfortably close to idolization, and thus inevitably tinged … moment of his life confined in plexiglass. A boy who would die unless ingenious doctors and machines kept him separate … my father’s voice performed down there in the South as unselfconsciously as birds sing or birds shit, Daddy, I heard you …
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The Ash Swimming Pool
… held it at arm’s length in front of her. In the rush of bodies, the automatic doors that led to the baggage carousel … Grace wrote: I’ve got nothing but air miles, I’d love to come and stay for a bit.   It was late when she got the … all kinds of online flotsam (news sites, photos of animals in strange poses, clothes she would never buy). Wherever …
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You Will Miss Me When I Burn
… conditions have exacerbated the problem.” They went to commercial, and the old boys and blue hairs set to talking … at the country school outside of town. When my wife, Nina, died, Liza Blue showed up asking me if I wanted to get … broke for years. In the late night, while we tended the coals and listened to the horses shift and stomp flies, I told …
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Peter Elroy: A Documentary by Ian Casey
… Peter Elroy: A Documentary by Ian Casey “When I die,” the five-​year-​old told his little sister, who was … recently and for longer they’d been enemies. So why had he come? A broken promise will tie two people together more … he was worried she would say, Well, it’s obvious. Wolf equals death. She prided herself these days on how easily she …
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Engelond
… organized columns. The creatures were harmless and died easily between her thumb and forefinger, but kept coming, and Marfa could not sleep. Around four in the … at her government job. Marfa, too, ate organic frozen meals for lunch that were neither healthy nor tasty, and she, …
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