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The Meeting
… The Meeting   In the meeting, James Halliday announced the company was being sold and then he couldn’t stop coughing. … magazine that listed the prices of the clothes. The hoodie he wore in the picture was cashmere and cost nine … attention. He said, “I know you always thought the XFC distribution strategy was a mistake. I suppose you think …
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Rose-Johnny
… inserted in various shocking ways into parts of animal bodies. In fact, I was astonished by her ordinariness. It is true that she wore Red Wing boots like my father. And also, there was something not quite womanly in her face, but … the spring; in fact I was better at it than Mary Etta who complained about the stains on her hands, but I was not yet …
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Seeing Rose
… train ride to Yonkers, much of it along the river. You come out of the city, off the island, and countryside … told him, What do you mean, eat my way? I’m always on some diet or other, you’ve seen that for yourself. Which was … to him: Hashimoto’s thyroiditis. Bill believed her but he also didn’t totally believe her. He also thought, Whatever …
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Avarice
… vision goes right through your skin and internal organs and comes out on the other side. She mutters to herself, and she … I understood that I would be all right even though I would die. Jesus would send someone to help me get across into the … three major parts, with their branching veins, and the ten points of the leaf, and the particular bright red-rust-gold …
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The Pilot
… we were at the lodge bar being served by the bartender who also worked the front desk overnight, who was really, truly … women, so I was in the mood to drink. Sometimes I took comfort in the knowledge that the pilot was so egalitarian … in a past life, we were transcendent of time and of our bodies, that we could manipulate the world and the conditions …
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My Favorite Playwright
… thin and when she sits, she folds like Bambi. During rehearsals, she kneels on the floor in a ring of loose papers. Somewhere in the pile there’s a script, her computer, and a bottle of kombucha. Mona won a huge award … I got involved. I sent a message to the team through the Indiegogo page asking if I could work on the production for …
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