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Page 23 from Issue 62 house and went sailing. He taught me how to fish, fly cast. We ... "The South Side, near the university." And in answer to my unspoken question, she said, ... dered what sort of books she was encouraging him to write. "O.K.," I said. ...
Ophelia!” “Come with me?” She snatches the finger from my palm, pointing it at me. “Tell me one important ... a girl. Thomas followed me north there a couple months later when that girl left me. It was typical ... the mouth – a fast, shocking motion that hurts my knuckles and scares me. I run out the front door and ...
I made my way to the register, Smitty was trying to hand her a glass of iced tea, and she kept smacking ... shift. That was the topper. Carlas shot back that the only time she tithed was when she went to church, ... that last part, and stared me down with that cold yellow eye a seasoned waitress can cast when ...
a melodrama with a cast of four. The subject was an ordinary way of life, defined by principles I'd ... visible beneath my door, And unfamiliar voices mumbled in the kitchen; and then I'd wake up in ... Page 60 from Issue 80 The Saturday Matinee Forgotten strings. A woman wearing black leans back ...
one I thought might understand me at St. Mary’s was a girl from Puerto Rico named Camila, but she was ... and white blouse, a big hopeful smile on her face. It killed me to see that. She was always so ... even know me.” And she was like, “I do, too. I know you embroider flowers on the bottoms of your jeans, ...
of the farmhouse I rented with the girl I was soon to marry, my foot propped up in a cast, my head ... Page 102 from Issue 133 America. They made me promise to bring him back when it was over. All ... arm saved and was returned home, my "alternative service" was officially ended. ...
time. Glen was always banging on the basement door to wake me. That morning he’d said, “Shit, boy, if ... body. She put her arm around my neck and pulled me closer. Her mouth seemed just a little wider than ... office where we made love, the way Marianne sometimes maneuvered me marionette-style until she was ...
interested in freedom; it means that my nonfreedom is more precious to me. And what is the precious ... sacrifice.... That was my task, when I started working on "The Swain." To uncover the essence ... The form re­ quired by this particular essence, conjured up by me syllable by syllable. To cast the ...
understand was that both of us read all our news online (or rather, he didn't think this was ... and I'm positive that I'm more informed about the world. I start my daily reading routine by ... information age. Tags:  digital reader, internet, news, reading, Twitter Share Tweet ...

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