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… pressure on me, you know.” “Like what? Remembering the ingredients in a BLT?” “If it wasn’t for my job, we wouldn’t be … I was never as interested in baseball cards or comic books as I was in the brightly colored world of … when he wore the paper hat tipped way back on his head. She also had on baggy, fatigue army pants. “Maybe,” John said. …
… chiefly for her gentle wit and acne—which has cleared up completely after 25 years—and the egg stains on her pale … so I work them like two plumber’s snakes around the bodies that block me from the woman’s name tag. Before I have … had seen together. The expensive leather belt—with his initials on the buckle—I’d given him one Christmas. Even the …
… with mourning, pointed one way only, insomniac, lonely— coming or going, we averted our glance when we met and …
… is firm. “Belief in God,” her husband, Phil, replies, “also gave rise to the Crusades, the Inquisition, cruel wars, … than Copenhagen’s Little Mermaid, with real curves and a come-hither smile. It is the White Nights in June of 1988, … mother insisted he come home, saying, “No one should die among strangers.” “But he’s very sick, you’ll have to …
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… plaque at the Smithsonian. Thus will the fundamentals of longevity be made known – unprotected sex, lots of …
… Her eyelids are overgrown cuticles, and close. The finger points north on the page: a sunning inchworm, a long …