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Fiction, Vol. 3.2, June 2009 For a moment, everything exists in the shadows of nothing. During this time, the ocelot...
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Fiction, Vol. 3.2, June 2009 The father, there was a father, he was no words and hands that built. He...
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Fiction, Vol. 3.2, June 2009 Had anyone ever sung this as a blues? “Nobody likes me, everybody hates me, guess...
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Fiction, Vol. 3.2, June 2009 After a hard day of gathering stone, the old man trudged home. Nodding at his...
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Fiction, Vol. 3.2, June 2009 Gert Svenson moved into the house some afternoon in the fall. It was after my...
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Fiction, Vol. 3.2, June 2009 It was slick, slippery on fingers that trembled. Red, human sap, drained long enough from...
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Fiction, Vol. 3.2, June 2009 My dog's filled with fear by mint gum. I hide in my bathroom to chew....
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Fiction, Vol. 3.2, June 2009 Maria Pierce gapes at the quadrangle of precisely stacked red cashmere turtlenecks, then at the...
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Fiction, Vol. 3.2, June 2009 We call it a city because no one is really certain whether it is a...
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Fiction, Vol. 3.2, June 2009 The first memory I have of you is your feet. Bouncing groundlessly on the air...
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