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The drive back to Murphysburg that winter looked different. Trees bowed down to the road, their limbs made heavy by a glistening coat of ice so thorough that every crevice and bump on the trees was laminated with the freeze. The earth had taken on a damp
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I am Batman, Jimmy said.
Even superheroes have to eat, his mother said.
To grow up big and strong? Jimmy asked.
That’s how they do it, his mother said.
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Yet there are still those people who form energetic interventions to save the powerless, the wretched ones who are patently alive, and by that measure…barely visible.
Our small saviors pay a large price...
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My son is on the field. My son is throwing a ball. My son is throwing a ball into a mitt. My husband is recording the number of times the ball is thrown. My husband is making little pie shapes in his book. He is making little marks.
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In my dream, his head is pricked with needles as in the practice of acupuncture. I ask him how he is doing, what death is like. He tells me it is terrible. He cries. I wake and I am not comforted.
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In all the nights before I became a woman, a beast lay at my feet, pursuing some aspect of my flesh, his furred back reeking of fires and stagnant pools.
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The chipping sound started around the time Susannah reached puberty. Not all at once, it was just now and then at first.“What's that noise?” she'd say, and everyone would cock their heads to listen. Her mother eventually took her to the doctor. He said it…
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You can’t take a chandelier on an emergency dash across a nuclear desert.
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...It's my advice that this Fourth of July the Office of Homeland Security post the following instructions on your web site www.Ready.gov — people should act like my dog Lucy and just stay inside under the bed and tremble...
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i found bison, ostrich and deer on my plate tonight.
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the far-flung Turner boys and their broods descended upon Pemberton like locusts
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Politically, legally, physically, we're all shit out of luck.
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No, I’m not at the junior high bus stop. I’m at the dining room table with my parents.
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I carried him home, all blood and brains, and set him in the ground. Is that love, George?
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Mommy Nate is yelling. An ember pops onto his booklet and burns black holes in the blue and yellow pages. Carla turns and knocks the paint thinner onto the floor. Thin rivulets of fire run across the rug, up to the couch where Petey is napping and around
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