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A Place to Pray
… on the outside, but Lao Buddhist temples on the inside—got complaints, were shut down, vandalized. Neighbors gossiped, … after his mother moved into the temple, Boun Lai’s father died. He was put in a wooden box—a makeshift coffin, the lid … it really was about the money.  Boun Lai recalled the funerals of other men, one in particular who had been placed …
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Alto Cumulus Standing Lenticulars
… of the mountains outside Tonopah—Mount Butler, Mount Oddie—the subtle complexity of what had seemed, at first, a toasted desert … would map for her if he was awake, which individual shining points of light, grouped together, would make a …
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Fields and Fields Aflame
… Fields and Fields Aflame Who would Oval become now that her mother was dead, she wondered. She … him not too long after he realized her mother would soon die. While still in his right mind, he’d come to visit as … once was.  Within the next hour, the undertaker, who had also been one of Iris’s customers, came to collect her. He …
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Nineteen Minutes
… just whimper, would she live, would the baby live? She was compelled to see what might happen. The deep groans of the … young men sometimes ran against each other, the strain of bodies pushed to their limits, the pain, the exhaustion, the …  “Maybe the TV,” she says.  “Very good.” Franckline points the remote at the television. Two women and a man …
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Felix Not Arriving
… magazine and peers down at the puzzle. “Ergo,” she says and points at twenty-​seven down. “Ramrod,” she says and points … Felix would stop believing the boy was his. Felix is a comedian, though he hasn’t told a joke onstage in almost a … his mother “sexless” to a group of his cigar-​smoking buddies, a word his father would pretend to not recognize when …
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The Informant
… Nyberg emailed to say he’d moved back to Maine and would be coming down to New York for three days. In college, Stewart … guy whose parents owned a yacht. He took women’s studies classes and wrote papers about post-structural … get up. What time we meet for group exercise. What time meals are served.” Josef had at least three days of stubble on …
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