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Your Father Would Be Proud
… household of women, had insisted that the dog—his only male companion—remain intact. Helen watched Tam turn around, try … “Premature mating is risky,” the veterinarian said. One died the next day. The other survived and went to live with … to be: a woman who was graceful and refined. But there were also hints of a less careful creature, one consumed by …
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Buckle
… dim yellow light in the stairwell, but he was too tired to complain. While I unlocked the door to my apartment, he … couldn’t stand. It was always workingman’s silence during meals with him, but he was looking past me, as if he believed … of them dragged it by the cord, pretending it was a disobedient dog on a leash. I tried to pull Dad away, but he was …
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Mnohaya Lita
… The Russians were chased out of Lwów, fled. A German soldier broke the lock of the cell with his rifle, kicked the … fearing to be left behind.  Months later, when her blood comes, it feels like an accident. She feels a clench and a … in Lwów, pamphlets flutter through the air like enormous petals. surrender, they say in Polish: poddaanie się.  Then the …
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Fluke
… grill, he thought about the cleanliness of the grill, but also about his problem. When he threw a Frisbee on the … away. He took an afternoon nap and woke up exhausted. The complexities of the conundrum were so straightforward. There … of guy who took this type of offer always worked until he died, and he would become one of those guys. He probably was …
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An Invocation of the Big-Eared Runt
… poisoner) had lived. Of all the tours of Buenos Aires the company offered, the murder tour was the most popular. It … at first but got boring after a while.  He had studied the ten crimes of the tour in detail so that he could … police record. A murderer of children and small animals. A murderer who didn’t know how to read or add, who …
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The Summer of Ice Cream
… America with the belief that his American dream was already coming true.  But my father often says that his life began … the Akinola discount. We will hold it for you. When are you coming?” Tayo and I loved talking with Dad’s coworkers … a job in America because of her foreign academic credentials. She needn’t have worried. She found a job in less than …
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