hands behind her. I thought I liked her much more than Patricia, who was never quiet. "You can ...
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your teeth would snap straight off in your mouth if you smiled.” When her father comes to visit, ...
me, kuchko, tell me what you want. And I did tell him, at first slowly and with the usual words, ...
a magazine cover displaying an artist’s depiction of Kong. You were in an easy chair and wearing slippers, ...
though the nudge split us apart—sparked in you; in me flaked off like birch.” Another chapter, titled “on ...
brown wrapper, you had won half the battle for the potential reader’s heart. Postal systems were ...
behind these contradictory anxieties, you would do well to pick up a copy of Daniel Freund’s American ...
“after your big success digging That Hole, I’m afraid you’re kind of typed as a ‘children’s writer.’” ...
who at the time were my fellow graduate students, all repeatedly asked, “What’s in Dogtown for you ...
give rise to the perfect New Man, no matter what ideology you pinned on him or her. The proletariat ...