Issue 152

Summer & Fall 2017

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Fiction A.D. Nauman Fiction A.D. Nauman

You, Me, She

I know how to tell you this now.

The day I went back to Philly was not a real day. It was Feb 29th, and if I’d taken my road trip one year earlier or later, the time would not have existed. This—plus the unchanging drizzle, and the giant sorrowful face of Edgar Allan Poe painted on the side of a building—gave the day its other-worldly feel.

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