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He came into town with his big red pen and began revising us.

When people want to fake their death, which is often, it’s extremely easy to procure a corpse.

“Who is it?” Irina asked at the door. “Open up,” a voice commanded.

All right. We are perfect. Tomorrow we will make a million dollars.

I tell my sister what I didn’t tell my father, I love you. Please, don’t die.

We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.

My own hunger was for a reduction in the vast space between people.

My own hunger was for a reduction in the vast space between people.

The laughter rises like the roar of a train as the men leap to their feet.

I figured he wouldn’t know for shit if the dog knew me or not, right?

References to and portrayals of hypocrisy, moral sloth, venery.

The writer was there ahead of the world. And that was a great moment . . .

My closet was a repository of foibles and fetishes, an archive of my life history.

I repeated the name thoughtfully, then said no, I didn’t think I knew her.

Turns out my body’s a dollar sweet potato, her screen said.

We enjoyed the infidelity. A great deal more than they seemed to.

“You’re great with people. Ever since you got over the drooling problem.”

He’d always wanted to kiss her thigh dimples but never dared.

Zeus’s tongue thrusts straight and deep between my lips.

Bear: You were a good ranger, walking carefully between the trees.

Cerberuses ran in packs, terrorizing drunks who fell in the snow.

I had promised my children to end the war before they grew up.

He’s not the skinny hippie all the paintings make Him out to be.

When an adult falls, children are stunned and cry, “Mommy! Mommy!”

The onus is on you, because you care about your car and your life.

Mrs. Ballinger is one of the ladies who pursue Culture in bands.

The end of a relationship, through four six-word stories.

We began to obsess over water, where it came from, where it was going.