everywhere. The girls honk and wave. They drive past the high school's main building now, eyes peeled ... the Datsun. The other two call back to her, slapping their thighs, saying they're ... sat on the right makes a joke now, and all three girls start to laugh. "This is no ...
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suckling pigs with crispy brown skin and a maraschino cherry in each one’s mouth. The groom sings a welcome ... Violated. Li Wen’s skin grows hot and tight. How do you know? she asks, trembling. The blind girl overheard ... has been moved inside, to the kitchen, where she lays out her straw mat alongside twelve others each ...
tries so hard to peel off her golden skin that there are still bloodstains in the back seat? So my ... . Their cool posture supplemented only by pressed, Western-style collared shirts. They smirk at each other ... wouldn’t stop, OUT! until she opened the door; we collapsed onto the floor in each other’s arms, exhausted. ...
Page 80 from Issue 40 Darlene's unmarked body at the edge of a cornfield, her head ... severed by a telephone pole guide wire found at first light in a fur row, the girl in the Golden Hawk ... "Anania totaled his car!" Among all those active verbs-chopped, channeled, nosed, decked, peeled ...
cousins couldn't marry each other, because God would punish them with children that seemed like ... hand. She'd taken them to make a floral offering, as on every afternoon that month: the girl in ... a delicious game. Girls were prohibited from climbing the tree, but her cousin Sergio, a boy of precocious ...
dose together, looking at each other at the be ginning of one of the columns of people. He swallowed ... white attempting to be a twinkle and the other eye larger, pale blue with crooked red lines in the white ... one, with proportioned sym metrical features. It became the head of a young girl, probably high school ...
Snow clinging to window panes, the faces of disease. Father ... rugged lake shore. MILKY WAY— I, whom the dogs ... again today. Hands peel persimmons as my mother ...
clothes." "True, but I fill them out." Rachel shook her ass. I cinched the back of the ... her nipples flashing her C-cups in my face. "Mom gave me these. What did she give ... you?" "Self-respect." I buried my face in my study guide. Rachel swiped the book away, ...
little girl. But in spite of the rucksack dancing on her back she raced along with such speed that the ... round, shining eyes into the little girl's freckled face. 'Where did you bite ... harnessed to its pole. The little girl threw a quick glance backwards, then she brought the birch rod down ...
knocking on a shanty door. A little, beige-skinned girl, maybe ten or twelve, opened the door. She wore ... she pulled back and looked at me with doubt and hope. "Can you really hailp me? I would do ... repose of a tiny ballerina. Monica and I followed her into a little kitchen, with peeling linoleum floors ...