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Touch the wrong thing and everything will crash down around you. This was the fatherly advice Warren bestowed upon me as we entered his Miami apartment.
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She'll be in that house like a rat up a drainpipe when me mam pegs it, you see if she don't.
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Nelson turned to me. “It's a nice day for a walk, don't you think, dear?”
I saw myself head for the door with a fake smile smeared on my face.
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It might have had something to do with the boy’s pet hog, which was hulking, ageless, and liked eating poppy seed muffins
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The doctors said, when she was born, that the gills would eventually fade away on their own. Nothing to fear, they said; no more unusual than the rare child born with a tail, or a dense pelt of fur, or a single sharp tooth jutting from its new pink gums.
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Oscar expected to get hit, he had it coming. He had sat down with Jai's woman. Had listened to her secrets. He should have walked away the minute he noticed Maggie sitting alone in the kitchen. But no, he chose to leave his safe home tonight, to dance wi
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Maybe I'm just a bad mother. My son pretends he's an airplane and flies around me. A young teacher picks up the broken toys scattered around the swing set and throws them in a trash bag.“We should really help you,” I say, forcing an emergency landing. My son…
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Maybe I'm just a bad mother...Across the street, I see the little girl my son punched in the face.
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Rains came again and wore away at their flesh, revealing bone as white and sharp as sharks’ teeth.
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Simon never looked ethereal. I’d expect someone who grew up seeing ghosts to dress in black every day. I’d expect him to be gaunt and to chain-smoke foreign cigarettes, Gauloises maybe. The kind wrapped in black paper. Strong. Two puffs and you’ve got thr
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I smell a hint of garlic on his breath, but I resist the urge to make a face. His fingers caress my face. I look across at my sleeping brother. I think about the jasmine bush outside our living room window. How the breeze blows its smell into the room whi
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My husband is both excited and afraid of Missy...When she rubs herself against him, he can't help but respond. But when she tells him about the hot, twenty-year-old supermarket cashier...
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There was no hope for the writing desk. Even if it had not been for the splintered leg held together only by duct tape, there was no way Ron could have fit into the back of the station wagon with the rest of the luggage. He asked the Mexicans across the s
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He stuffs the napkin into his coat pocket. “When my father was a kid, he liked to collect worms,” he says. “Used to keep them in a glass jar filled with dirt. He liked to watch the worms burrow in and out of the dirt. Sometimes a worm would try to climb o
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Her films are too long, too raw. Her refusal to edit is anti-cinematic. She might as well take a shit on Eisenstein's grave.
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