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The buses aren't running. The subway isn't running. He can't afford a cab, whether they're running or not.
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It was a retail sleight of hand he never could master, the “Ma’am, I think you need a larger size” sale. Because a muffin top is flattering. Two waists are better than one.
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. . . nor did mine eye apologize.
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A man wearing a dark green coat closed the door loudly. Tanu sat up straight, and stared at him. He looked around till he found her face and sat down in front of her.
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The closed door swallowed up both voices, and all I could make out afterward were muffled pleas and angry answers that died completely.
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I knew they were bad, that gaggle of frat morons, that pack of turds. There should have been a sign above the entrance that read, “Hot saké is not a jello shot.” Or at least, “No class, no service.”
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So I licked the Anise from my fingers.
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I cannot remember what the celebration was for, but the baby was at its center. We passed him around, a sweet smiling boy about seven months old. The age when babies can sit but can't yet crawl and their thighs get plump.
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We sat in a row on the long couch and no one’s legs could reach the floor. Granddaddy took the first one the kid who no one knew. . .
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“Howwww doesssss ittttt fel Jayyymessss?” said a veiled ghost, two little knobs poking through the linen.
“Felssss gooooowwwdddd.”
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He’d never run that fast before, though it felt like his legs, as if re-entering the atmosphere, were falling apart, tearing muscle with every step, wrenching his heels, shattering bone.
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When I was thirteen and still lived in the desert I saw a ghost woman at the top of a dry waterfall in the foothills.
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When the moon turned red, I searched for you all over the house, and broke every lock. I ran all over the city, and the earth shook under my feet. I smashed every door with a crowbar, and shot men and dogs. The cops fired at me, but I was impervious to pa
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Pulled cheeks and crazy birds.
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A few weeks ago I joined a private online community for audacious booklovers and authors.
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