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you." The girl was shivering and blowing her nose into a ragged tissue. She laughed a squeaky scared ... thinking of Bucky Glazer, how hurt and jealous Bucky would be, but the next she knew she was inside Otto ... what I had. The other girls were O.K. But they just faded away next to 'Norma Jeane.' ...
When I was thirteen, Margaret pulled off a coup in the deep diplomacy of family relations. She had only ... recently told me about my father's first wife and children, and when she called one night to make ... sure I'd be coming that weekend the implication was that she'd tell me yet another ...
in my breath, maybe she could smell it on me. My T-shirt was dark with sweat and I had a blister on ... not what we were doing was in anticipation of a man. I think a lot about what my mother said next. She ... robe when she said it was time.  I didn’t notice him right away. He was outside my field of vision and ...
some sort of glowing screen, reading and writing text. So over the next few weeks, I'm going to ... the three major inputs to my reading queue: news, blogs, and other periodicals; social media like ... it's not what makes me want to keep writing about this topic. Instead, it's the fundamental ...
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read those books in Russian, which he had once taught. Now he wanted to read American books rich in ... library card at the girl, who even in summer required a sweater, she always smiled at him. Maybe she, like ... Mr. Kaplan, assumed he was uneducated, a pretender to the American shelves. She never spoke, but once, ...
Gail Mazur
basement door was closed, the 6 boys and the 6 girls were clumsy, ardent in the dazzling darkness. It was ... children's names? Were the girls laughing, and the boys?-Dance music, it was music to dance close to, the ... his body's genius was sparkling, she'd touched it once at Miss Boudreau's ...
the story to be about, a thirteen-year-old little girl? She says that she would love it to be about ... tells us what it was like fighting in the jungle, only in his words, how after the fighting, the medic, ... seeing the children, wanted them to go away, but they had seen it all before, and it was he who was new. ...
the dead. When she was calmed down enough to open it, she let us read it. "I've ... center-he was always happiest in the center-holding an egg-shaped ball. My mother remained sitting on the ... husband," she told Uncle Ned, who was coaxing her. "I want to remember him as he was ...

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